I was so lost in thought at lunchtime yesterday that I narrowly avoided being crushed by the folding doors at Piazza’s Fine Foods. The good news – other than I survived intact – is that had the doors had their way I would have died with a smile on my face.
Yep. That’s right. I was smiling.
I don’t know why I feel compelled to mention my smiling brush with death – and let’s admit it – it’s closer to death by embarrassment than death by automatic accordion door – it must be the Summer Doldrums.
I like the doldrums. Life slows down this time of year. Work dwindles while clients and their kids take vacation breaks. At first I fidget for a bit with too much time on my hands. I worry about the dip in income. But then the hot, sunny days slow everything down to a gentle simmer and somehow being alive becomes more about embracing my ‘aliveness’ and less about my cold, strident race to the finish line.
Because the whole mad race to the finish line really isn’t working for me. Not only does the finish line keep moving but I’ve realized that I’ve been so busy racing against myself that I’ve forgotten to experience the world beyond my doorstep. I’ve been watching everyone else – my friends, my clients, my yoga students – live their lives. Meanwhile I’ve forgotten to live my own.
And as long I can master the art of stepping through folding accordion door death traps, the truth is, life is pretty damn good.
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