Journal

Into the Forest

14 October 2015

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A new translation project is forcing me to find proper routines and boundaries to stick with. I have lost track of so many schedules over the years, but this time, I’m taking a different approach. I am simplifying my schedule, and so far, it seems to be working quite well.

I have stopped putting every good habit on a list of musts that end up feeling more distractive than helpful, since I never find the time to get through them all. Instead, I am making space for freedom.

I listen to my body. I do yoga when my neck longs for relief. I turn off the computer when my eyes long for the real world. I walk to the forest when my lungs long for autumn.

Who would I be without the forest? My ideas seem to be lurking out there, among the branches, in the soft moss, just beneath the surface of a forest lake. Once I disconnect and step outside, they jump out. Overwhelm me.

So instead of turning walks and runs into bullet points on my list, into musts, into distractions, I make space for whatever break I need to take in order to stay productive. And when my neck and eyes and lungs tell me to go to the forest, I listen.

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