It feels like I've been on a full-out run since mid-December. There's the mad Christmas rush, of course, followed by New Year's and my daughter's birthday. And then I had to get organized for my trip to Nashville last week, which was more complicated than usual because I was also presenting a workshop.
On the two plane flights home, I had terrible problems with the air pressure changes (that'll happen when the pilot descends from 20,000 feet when you're only 60 miles out) and so ever since I've been struggling with a head as congested as a stuffed sausage. That's what it feels like, actually. I keep thinking that there's no room for any extra thoughts between the usual synapses in my brain.
And to top it all off, I arrived home Monday night and stepped right into a full schedule on Tuesday, with appointments during the day and every evening booked.
I realized this morning while writing morning pages that I've simply not had time to clear the gunk out of my brain (and the damn congestion doesn't help). But here's the deal. My surroundings echo my mental state. My office is a mess, with piles of journals and notebooks here, books I've pulled off shelves there, and papers everywhere. And after reading a blog post from my student and friend Leisa Hammett, I've realized how big of a problem this is for me. I looked around this morning and decided I need to get myself organized, pronto.
But a messy office is just the physical manifestation of my messy mind. Here are some of the things I haven't been doing that usually contribute to a better mental state:
My morning ritual. I am managing to write morning pages, but usually I spend time in meditation and prayer, contemplating life, and doing a bit of inspiring reading also. That's all out the window.
Meditation. See above.
Exercise. I'm a lifelong walker and usually it takes barely anything to get me out the door. Not lately. Its too cold, or its too wet, or its just too too. Basically, I'm just too lazy. This must change. My body is complaining to me, loudly.
But here's something I have been doing a lot lately that I believe has an enormous impact on my well-being:
Reading. I'm always reading something (usually about 5 somethings) but lately I've been on a run of reading especially good books (The Hunger Games, The Help, a couple of non-fiction titles). There's no better way to spend downtime as a writer than reading. It informs, encourages and teaches us about our craft in every single aspect.
So, with luck, with any luck at all, I'll get my office organized this weekend. Right after I finish the last 100 pages of The Help.