I feel like people have been asking me questions I can’t answer for the last two days. At work, I mean, not personally. That’s not to say that I’m capable of answering every question ANYone asks me, but the lack of answers at work (and the expectation that I would know the answers or that it’s my responsibility to find them out) is weighing on me. (The feeling of helplessness about the world is part of it, I’m sure.)
Last night’s yoga class was good, totally unlike the one the night before. This one was more active, more challenging. It kept my brain focused on my form (and on not falling over). Today I didn’t get to do yoga, but I did ride, and for that hour or so, again, I was focused on what I was doing (and not falling off). I had to deal with a stubborn horse who didn’t want to get caught, and then didn’t want to slow down when I asked, and then didn’t want to go in the direction I wanted to go in. It was good – I learned more about how to be the boss when the horse decides he knows better – and it took me out of myself.
And then I got home, found out I don’t have jury duty tomorrow, watched the end of Broadchurch season two, and sat down to a blank computer screen with no idea what I was going to write and no ideas.
And now I’m here. Less depressing tomorrow? Sure!