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.
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