A day of avoidance

I did not avoid practice. I did primary today. I requested an adjustment in janu sirsanana A. I’m not sure what muscle gets released in that adjustment — lower back between sacrum and spine — but it needs it; it gets all bound up on the right side. I forsook any drama in backbends, and they were fine.  But the mind was scattered today.  I gave up rather quickly after a couple rounds of pranayama, as my brain raced on toward work and other thoughts.  It dawns on me that, perhaps, this is the time to persist (insist?), rather than bail.

No, today I avoided work. I found colleagues to chat with, I found email to respond to, I found websites that must be read. I read a page of a paper and went back to a website. I read a few more paragraphs and decided I really needed to do some online shopping.   I made it through one Nature paper.   I only point out its provenance because that means it was just 3 pages.  I have two impending deadlines, and I think this is my unconscious attempt to bail on one of them.  This is my conscious attempt to make that conscious.

“Tomorrow is another day,” the wombat declares hopefully.  “I will make a list!”

  1. Write NSF proposal.
  2. Write NASA proposal.

“Yes, that should do it!”  [Dusts off paws.]

Lastly, for the strigiforme reader, you might find that the Tour is more exciting than the Cup given your recent activities.

One Response to “A day of avoidance”

  1. (0v0) Says:

    I spent some time on this website. It’s weird: maybe my belief that I hate sporting events is related to the American way of doing sporting events. The tour – similar to the Cup in that it’s also a multi-day feat of insane endurance with randomness, chance and a strong sense of place built in. A sense of the competitors’ grit, not just their flashy tricks. Lack of scoreboard- watching. Beautiful quadriceps. Innnnnteresting….