20 More Minutes
This is really simple, but it isn't always easy.
The challenge is to give yourself 20 minutes out of your day to focus entirely on you. Not an excuse to go shopping or have coffee with a friend, but rather a time for dedicated effort to help yourself.
The key is to just start with 20 minutes and do something with purpose, with focus, and full of consciousness.
Sound like some hippy tripe? Of course it does, but it works...
"Where's the science to back this up?" Seriously? I don't have the patience for this. Try it or not, it's no skin off my back. Worst case scenario, you get off your ass and get away from it all for a few minutes.
If we can reclaim just 20 minutes, and use those minutes for something purposeful, we can start to retake power over our days, maybe over our emotions, and certainly over our purpose.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” Billy laid in the forest with Emma, and Emma sighed a bunch and dug her paws into the earth occasionally and nuzzled herself a little bit closer when Billy’s scratches paused. When the scratches stopped she pushed her nose at him, and Billy would scratch a little more and…
When the fires started they started in the nice houses of Kaleden, a small brush fire lit by a homeowner in the kindling dry month of July that spread up and over the neighboring hills, carried along by the grasses of the grassfields dry and brown and engulfing a home nearby, flattening that home to…
I have no poetry anymore, nothing to follow my footsteps from coffee shop to coffee shop to the Wordsworth bookstore downtown, not even a downtown really. No fluidity, nothing staggered. I used to own some stuff by BP Nichol and stu-stu-stuttered when I wrote and when I walked thinking about words and the sounds of…