My husband has a theory. He claims he knows exactly, within a few hours, when I’m going to get my period. He claims that when I’m clumsy, when I’m making dinner and I drop things, my period is on the way. If he hears a spoon drop and he yells out, “Period’s coming”. Methinks he’s the town crier or something.
It’s kind of nice that someone else keeps track of things like that.
It’s laughable when he does it these days, though. As soon as something hits the floor, he’s informing the world of my impending bleed. But lately, eight months to be exact, that bleed hasn’t shown up. I gladly stopped all birth control around that time and thankfully, my period is among the missing.
So last night, when I dropped the fork I was using to flip the burgers, I had an epiphany.
Why am I constantly dropping things? Why do all my tights and pantyhose have runs up the sides? Why am I always tripping and sometimes falling? Why do I spill things and why am I always losing stuff? It’s obviously not all because of my period…
Epiphany? Because I’m always rushing.
Yup. This is what I came up with- I need to slow the fuck down. And here goes the challenge for today:
DAY 9 of 30:
Move purposely. Take care. Slow down. Become Grounded.
After I dropped the fork and saw the light, I tried something. We were having French fries with the burgers and I inevitably, always, certainly drop a fry or three whenever I transfer them to a bowl from the cookie sheet. Dogs hang out by my feet whenever I scoop up fries because they know. This time, I took a deep breath and slowly spooned the fries off the cookie sheet into the bowl. Spoon by spoon, I concentrated and moved with a purpose. And I didn’t drop one.
This actually gave me joy.
The brain and the hands sometimes work against each other and rushing around makes matters worse. At the age of 52 (going on 53) have I finally learned I shouldn’t bumble through life? There is no shame in moving slowly as long as you’re moving with a purpose- and that’s what I was lacking- purpose. So, I will:
- Try not to reach for things without contemplating what’s in the way (coffee cups, plants, soda cans, yogurt- all things I have knocked over on my desk and at home.)
- Take care when dressing so nothing gets ripped or poked through.
- Walk slowly and with care so that I don’t trip over my own feet or the cracks in the sidewalk.
- Contemplate all movement so nails don’t get broken, fingers don’t get scraped and zippers don’t get stuck.
Think how simple life will be when nothing has to be cleaned up, sewn up, picked up or untangles. This will be a fun experiment with the added bonus of not hearing MR yell from the living room.