Six weeks of social distancing encourages self-reflection; the pace of life has changed, at least for this moment.
Before COVID-19 (B.C.), we were early into the new year, depleted after the holidays, but with the hope of filling up. In March and April, we got that immediate family time, longer days, and greener grass. Spring is everything we said we wanted--just not the way we wanted.
I'm thankful for lovely writing teachers who encourage me to list intentions or habits I'd like to carry forward when the state reopens after covid (A.C.). What baggage can I leave behind when I'm able to venture out again into the new normal?
B.C.: I was a checklist person who viewed any down time as non-productive. Even yoga was practiced on a schedule and for a specific reason. Watching the news, the loss, the strain on the local economy--my checklists don't seem as important now.
A.C.: I still struggle to view my relaxation time as valuable. Why does all my time need to be...
Bright yellow and black buses flew through my development this morning, the buzz of back-to-school. Smiling children and sleepy teenagers accept their summer is over. The days are shorter, a few leaves turning. These colors and sounds are a reminder of change; actual bees will soon disappear as they prepare to hibernate.
Bees remind me of anxious thoughts buzzing in my head. “Be careful, do it this way.” “Be sure to get it right.” “Be-ware, you’re running out of time!” Maybe this year I’ll put perfectionism to bed for the winter with the bees?
I once said, “If I was a perfectionist, I’d be perfect”. Like most perfectionists, I believed hard work and high expectations made me successful.
Perfectionism and honey bees are sneaky. Honey bees’ stingers are shaped so you don’t feel them entering your skin; the sting comes after the bee finishes. The sting of perfectionism comes when our self-compassion meets the...