James Vincent McMorrow. Cold cucumber water. A hazy, smoke-tinged morning sky. An alarm set for 9 (ha! VERY wishful thinking…). In reality, a jet-lagged monkey mind that awoke me just before 6.
Because of the pre-dawn wake-up, I at least made myself do a 10-minute guided meditation. (It went just so-so.) I lit a candle. I turned on the tunes. Slowly sliding back into my to-do list. Attempting to establish morning rituals that retain some of the calm and ease I feel while traveling/away from my computer. I learn so much on the road, and the eternal battle is translating these lessons back to “real life,” to routine-filled days…
Slow and steady will be my mantra on this re-entry Tuesday, when my mind is still halfway stuck (with my beloved travel buds) in the verdant, magic-tinged hills of the Faroe Islands, which now feel a million miles away.
Today I wish me luck, you luck, us all luck. Happy September, friends! We’ve got this.
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