I’m still on the train, one way or another, but distraction comes easier than relaxation, it seems.
Yesterday’s self care involved a sojourn by Lake Nokomis, a place I visit not nearly as often as I might, considering its proximity. I biked there from an unexpectedly lonely brunch, and found a perfect spot – half sun, half shade, tree to lean against. Or so I thought. A body board yoga class began not too long after I settled in, and rather than finding a new space (and having to start my half hour over, so I told myself) I decided to try to relax through it, despite wanting to do the poses the instructor half shouted so as to reach her floating students. So I sat, and left for work half an hour later somewhat more relaxed, but not as much as I’d have liked.
Today I drew. As in, coloring without a coloring book.
It was the first time in weeks for sure, perhaps even months, that I brought out my sketchbook without trying to accomplish anything particular. More of this needs to happen, this non-guided, easy handed Crayola time, as self care and then some.