On the Consolations of Philosophy

In which I begin to wonder how much of my mental static has been because I haven't slowed down enough to reflect and write in, like, months: no morning pages, no thoughtful posts, just stupid Facebook ephemera. (When I'm riding my bike, I get at least some pure thinky time, and that's something, but I've been able to do that all of thrice since the holidays.)

It is also, I think, indicative that my immediate reaction to this thought was "oh Christ where'm I going to fit this in?".

"And thus, the student was Enlightened."

serinde: This is another element of the thought I had this morning, about how I think part of the reason I am so emotionally out of whack these last couple weeks is due to lack of time for reflection and writing and things.
nedlnthred: *nods*
nedlnthred: Kinda hafta schedule down time in when the calendar gets like this.
nedlnthred: I'd hoped to have some last night, but alas.
serinde: The other element is that I do not have the oomph to do any of these things after work. And there is only so much morning to go around, unless I want to be like cobrawoman and get up at 4:30.
serinde: Maybe it is the right answer, but I mean, ulaeulauelauelauelae.
nedlnthred: Yeah, I learned a while back that I can only do one thing before work.
serinde: I have the bandwidth if I had the time.
nedlnthred: But scheduling an hour of down time for tea after work, before meeting whomever is one option.
serinde: In fact it would be really glorious to do half an hour of yoga, then make a cup of tea, then write and drink tea for half an hour, and then get ready for work.
serinde: OH HEY IF IT IS GLORIOUS I SHOULD DO IT