I woke up feeling meh this morning.
Nothing tragic. Nothing terrible. Just meh. Blah.
Now, much of the time I give in to that feeling. Give in to the physical, mental, emotional and energetic inertia by hunkering down on the couch with Netflix and my phone and hours later, (surprise surprise!) I feel ten times worse.
I want to be clear. This is not depression. This is just a normal ebb and flow of energy, of emotions. Today, instead of giving in to it I chose to dance with it.
I got on my mat and did a gentle practice just moving in a way that felt good, not to achieve anything other than being present in my body.
Then I meditated for 15 minutes.
Then I took my dog over to the park where we walked around the lake for an hour, more moving of the body and connecting with this beautiful world that often doesn’t feel beautiful when I view it from the incredibly myopic view from my phone.
Then I brought myself here to the bookstore, one of my happy places where I can browse and write and dream and be out in the world without really having to talk to anyone.
After all that I am feeling much less meh. Much less blah.
I am feeling content.