Did you notice there was no pitch post today?
That’s because I lost track of time yesterday and didn’t get it pre-loaded. If I don’t do that the night before, then I don’t have time to do it in the mornings unless I put aside my editing time. Can’t do that or I’ll backslide too much on that project.
I’ll bet you’re just hopping with curiosity to know what preoccupied me the day before.
No?
Too bad. I’m going to tell you anyway, haha.
I stopped on my way home at the park. This in itself seems an odd thing for me to do because at my own house there’s enough land to make it feel like I’ve gone to a wilderness preserve (which is the sort of ‘park’ I prefer to frequent anyway).
But by the time I get home, I’m tired of the drive and just ready to take off my shoes and relax. The park I stopped at isn’t too far from work, it’s fairly wild in habitat and has a nice trail to hike. So I hiked.
While hiking I noticed the herbs (Ozark medicinal plants, not the chillin’ kind). It was like visiting old friends I hadn’t seen in ages. They captured my attention the way they used to do before I got so busy all the time. Plus, I didn’t have my camera with me, so I wasn’t trying to take their pictures. We just socialized. Me and the plants. And the trees and some unknown critter who wouldn’t come out in plain view but kept making noise just out of sight.
When I left to head home it was later than I intended it to be, but I’d thoroughly enjoyed myself and I realized something. I’ve been losing my connection to the world around me while I’ve been busy trying to get my book edited.
This felt like an important discovery. So what to do?
I’m still going to work hard at getting the book edited. But sometimes I’m going to stop at that park and commune with the plants and I’m going to ride my horses more often. Even if it means missing a scheduled blog post once in a while.
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What do you do to get back into your groove when you’ve lost it? I don’t necessarily mean a *writing* groove. What I mean is your synchronicity with your *self*. Nature and horses help me stay connected in that way. What keeps you connected?
