Finding My Rhythm

Two days ago I sat down and wrote this blog although I’m just posting it today. And like two days ago, the day is warm and sunny. After a few cooler days at the beginning of the week, I’ve done my best to take advantage of the warmer weather, getting in a run the other morning. I track my runs using a website called, “Map My Run.” Eight days had lapsed between runs, and my body felt it. As I had started to run, it felt difficult and I wasn’t sure I would be able to do the 6.5 km run. But I did because I eventually found my rhythm.

That is my current challenge: finding my rhythm.

Making my way in a new city, navigating a new job, working to re-establish a writing routine, I find myself struggling to find my rhythm. Although I’ve been to Toronto many times before moving here, living here as a resident is very different. I’m excited to get out and explore the city in a new way. And, so, I’m distracted. Settling in to the flight attendant world is challenging — getting up early in the morning, staying up late, long flights. At 39, my body needs time to recuperate but on my days off, when I can’t necessarily move off the sofa, I feel guilty because I’m not writing or doing something creative.

Now I am doing my best to write when I can. Sometimes in the morning, sometimes in the afternoon, I’m frustrated that my projects are advancing slowly. But what’s important — and this is what I need to keep reminding myself — is that I am writing and my projects are progressing one word at a time, one sentence at a time.