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| [Installation at Smoke Farm - artist unknown] |
We returned home after two and a half weeks traveling, almost two weeks ago. The transition back into a work schedule hasn't been fun, but it's also too easy to slip back into a familiar routine. So much of our trip was spent in conversation (with each other, and with the friends we visited) about how to do what you want to do, and how to get paid to do it. We were rejuvenated and inspired to make some small but significant changes to our work lives, to clarify our goals, and to take steps to break out of the routine that has us kind of stuck. But like I said; too easy to slip back into. Stupid routine. After a week of work and being tired in the evening, and a grouchy resolve starting to settle back over our home, we had the first slap-ourselves-in-the-face moment this weekend. And movement, albeit small, forward.
I've been finding pockets of time to reflect on the trip - to remember the physical experience and sensations, to keep it in my body, and to remind myself of the conversations and small exchanges that made me feel present and alive in the moment. Hoping that this space encourages me to continue that reflection, and challenges me to recognize the good stuff in all the noise.
