Stepping into the heated hall is a treat. Ours is a little dwelling; a living and kitchen area in the front, then down a short hall to the rooms in the back. We keep the hall doors closed in winter, and at night.
My favorite is in the early morning hours, predawn, the house is mostly dark. Maybe a small light on in the kitchen or front room; the back of the house is dark. The kids are asleep in their room.
Stepping from the cooler front of the house into the hall, dark and warmer from the wall heater at the end. The furnace creaks and softly hisses as heat pours out into the hall, into the back rooms.
I love the sounds; I’m thankful for the warmth; I’m thankful for this roof over my family’s head.
Running to stand still; it’s a common feeling for me in the day-to-day. Chasing the to-do list, between the primaries — family and marriage and my elderly mother, and work — to secondaries — regular writing and Lionism (community service work through a local Lions club I belong to).
Most days I feel like I’m hustling to check at least one thing off each list. Sometimes I don’t even get to each list. Something gets pushed out, paused, placed to the back-burner.
If my mood’s not good, if I’m doubting, questioning, a wrench gets in the works, what ever the obstacle…well, it can be a little…bumpy.
And so a common theme bubbles to the surface, would that it would also do so in the moment, helpful if it does, grateful too:
“Do what you can do.” Yea but what about how much there is left to do?! What about the long lists?! What about expectations? Deliverables?
Never mind. “Do what you can do.” Take a couple deep breathes, and do the next right thing. And then? Another. and again.
From the darkness, I pray this metaphor most everyday; I pray for the light to inspire and guide me along my way. “But why?”, you might wonder…and so let me share, for the reason is clear.
From time to time uncertainty and sublime angst are my companions; they seem to find common purpose resting on my shoulders. Most mornings they are there.
And then prayer of gratitude for the things I have in my life, for all the blessings of people and everyday comforts, and for the light to guide me through the darkness of mysterious despair, this practice has indeed become my refuge.
And in this unwittingly, with unintentional parallel, my words might seem to echo scripture.
I was raised in the Christian tradition and have been a believer most all of my life. That said, I’ve not been one to quote the Bible; book, and chapter and verse are not swiftly from my lips.
And yet when I read the passage below, I see the common theme, from three thousand years to present.
And I know the light I seek. And I know that prayer brings the light, and dispels the darkness, and calms the angst, and I am grateful. Amen, AMEN.
From Isaiah 8:23, “…Anguish has taken wing, dispelled is darkness: for there is no gloom where but now there was distress. The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; upon those who dwelt in the land of gloom a light has shone.”
The original title of this post was going to be “Addicted to Data?”, but then I decided a different title would be more accurate, as it ended up.
A day without wearing a steps tracker; I’ve had a couple days when my beloved (!?) steps tracker, my Fitbit watch, it didn’t come through as intended. In neither case was it the fault of the device.
One day (or evening, Thursday, to be precise), I thought I properly set it up to recharge; but then when I got to work, I discovered it didn’t charge. Didn’t realize it until four hours after I put it on in the morning. Lame. : – /
And the other time? I just forgot to wear it. Didn’t put it back on after I showered in the morning. Lame times two. : – / : – /
And my initial reaction each time I discovered I wasn’t properly “tracking”? I had mixed feelings. I felt a little like my day was going to be a little empty, something was missing.
Weird, right? I mean, who really cares how many steps I take? Why do *I* care so much about the number of steps I take in a day? I asked myself, “Am is addicted to data?”
After all, I pretty closely keep track of my activity (walking around, long way to the loo, up the stairs repeatedly and around the building), in effort to pass 10,000 steps for the day, and this year 2020, trying for 20 floors of climbing each work day too.
I feel like I gotta stay active, as I don’t really have any other regular exercise regime. Integrating, being consistent, striving to hit the numbers, that’s my best effort at this stage in my life. And the data helps motivate me for sure.
But on the topic of the data itself…well…I do *enjoy it*, keeping track, that is FOR SURE. I love looking at the numbers, the trends. But I’m not addicted to having the data. It’s a motivator, yes. But it’s not necessary.
What is necessary is moving every day.
No data for the day? A lapse in my graphs? Boo hoo.
It is what it is. That’s the way the cookie crumbles sometimes. The main thing is to keep moving, keeping up the regular routine anyway.
Didn’t have the data to back it up? Oh well. The underlying truth is the same:
GET OFF YOUR BUTT. Every day. In other words, MOVE IT, OR LOSE IT.