I spent quite a bit of time this week trying to decide if I should take my skis and boots up to work so I can ski on my lunch breaks this week. The two weeks surrounding Christmas and New Year's are historically too busy for me to take an hour away in the middle of the day so I have entered this time this year without any expectation of being able to break away, this week or the next.
I believe in my last entry I wrote about how the worst is behind us, in terms of comittments and obligations that go along with this time of year, but then this week started much the same way. I didn't get home until almost 6:30 on Monday and was famished and depleted, then before you know it we are heading to Montrose on Tuesday after work to load up on groceries, because tonight we had Francis' school musical "Gold Dust or Bust" which was incredibly charming and age-appropriate and immensely enjoyable (plus it was only 30 minutes long). Tomorrow night I teach yoga until 7, then... finally we have a weekend together, just sleeping and skiing and being outside as much as possible.
So here I am starting this week thinking, I could really make it happen if I want, to, I can take my skis up to ski valet on Monday morning, then ski at least two days this week before the weekend, but then the thoughts of leaving the house 30 minutes earlier than normal started to creep in, and the evenings of not getting home until late started to shove their way in, and I finally realized that what is probably best for me is to leave home at the normal time and spend my 30 minute lunch breaks doing some quiet yoga and stretching, letting my brain slow down and rest a little too.
It's hard to know what's best for us. I think humans have a tendency to poorly predict what will make us happy. Often when I am feeling a tendency in one direction (let's just use laziness as an example) I wrestle with whether I should continue on in that direction or whether I need to wrest myself out of that track. If I am feeling lazy does it mean I need to rest, or am I just being lazy, and if I launch myself into an activity will I successfully pull myself out of the morass?
I remind myself of that when I am having thoughts of thinking that I know what's best for someone else. How could I know that? I could barely figure out how to spend my lunch breaks this week! It took up a lot of my extra braintime, and even though I feel like I made the best decision, I still stood in front of the glass doors in between down dogs and assessed how the skiing looked.
On another note, we use our Christmas tree like a television. In the morning we turn the tree lights on, sip our coffee and talk about which ornaments are our favorites. We have a mix of JC's old childhood ones, some new ones, and some creatures. My current favorite is an owl painted on a goose egg that a woman in Mancos paints. I got it at the Ridgway arts and crafts thing this past summer. The owl reminds me of Sam the Eagle from the muppets who takes his job verrrry seriously, because the owl is perched high up on the tree near our front door and seems to feel that being on our tree is an honor and is kind of keeping an eye on everyone else. Just raising the bar a little:
Our tree is kind of rustic and natural and fits our home and life perfectly.
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