This morning as I drove to the office, I felt opposing forces at work inside me. A certain magnetism pulled me to the place I report to in order to receive a paycheck. The need for money is as unfortunate as it is pertinent. I felt a familiar sadness wash over me, as I realized I wouldn’t be seeing my love, my boyfriend John, for the next 5 days (we now have opposite work schedules and no longer see each other during the week), and that my life right now is dictated by a job that has, in my mind, no meaning.
The other magnet pulling me was activated by a delicious thought of a lazy drive through the Connecticut country – Litchfield county, to be accurate. Nothing but me, the road, some great tunes, open air, and a steamy, rich, coffee. This thought freed my mind and senses, and the dark melancholy looming over me loosened up and drifted off on the waves of newfound positivity. My want to step off the treadmill and explore my own unchartered terrain is incredibly strong, as is my inherent need to live actively, and in nature. This morning is something divine, as patches of sunlight dance on the emerald leaves, and the all the dewy fields on my commute to work glisten, and look so inviting.
To leave the morning outside in all its glory and enter the world of gray cubicles seemed sinful. Even my car was reluctant as it rolled into its parking space. I paused after turning off the engine, and gazed out over the lawn in front of me. I imagined myself in Warrior pose out in the field – solid, grounded, unwavering. I smiled to myself at the passing thought; it was a comforting moment with just me and my conscious mind.
I took a breath in, sipping it in through my nostrils in the same way I would during my yoga practice. Although the uncomfortable knowledge of the stressful and tedious day ahead felt intimidating, I gathered up the same strength that I feel in Warrior. Using that same quiet confidence and renewed energy, I stepped into the office, ready to face an army.
My Monday Mantra: Live Like a Warrior.