Why Movement is Uber Important
Lately, I have noticed how Moving is non-negotiable.
Anatomically, we humans are built to move with feet, legs, knees and toes.
As I look around me, I see movement; it’s the constant in an ever-changing landscape.
We live in a Universe in motion.
Nothing is stagnant.
Not the ideas in my head.
Not the blood in my veins.
Not the molecules in my writing desk.
Not the ground I laid down on this morning during my meditation.
Face in the dirt, I watched minute little crawl-y things weave their way over specks of sand and tiny pebbles.
All are in motion.
When Things Get Sticky
So when I feel stuck, I know the ONLY thing there is to do is to MOVE.
Move my body with a 5 minute walk.
Move the stone on my meditation labyrinth.
Move my fingers over the keyboard.
Move the waste in my bowels. (Thus, a bowel movement, get it? :-)
Sometimes movement means getting up off the couch and changing locations to my reading nook.
Sometime movement takes me across the Atlantic ocean.
Sometimes movement is saying “Yes” to a dinner invitation, or the job I never thought I would ever take.
When I’m stuck writing, I rearrange the sticky notes of my board, to see a story line from a different angle.
Or I might change the font of a piece I’m working on.
Or I might start editing from the back to the front.
My favorite is grabbing a pen and paper to let the motion of cursive writing guide words onto the page. In those moments, I feel like a painter creating, for creation is the goal, and the reason I move at all in the first place.
When my body hurts, I move it:
A ten minute walk with the dog,
A jaunt to the end of the driveway and back,
Even just standing up at my desk and doing a quickie “Heads, knees and toes” song-and-dance.
When my mind is bored, I move it.
I call one vital contact.
I get advice and follow it.
I make lists of ‘what sounds like fun’, then pick one and do.
I start a project, big or small.
When my heart is heavy, I move it.
I choose a small thing to love or appreciate: the dog, my husband, a beautiful stone, the rogue iguana that shits by the side of the pool.
I meet with a therapist.
I cook dinner.
I invite a friend over.
When money is tight and I worry, I move.
I check account balances and rethink how I could make X & Y work.
Sometimes, I have to trick the accounting and ‘rob Peter to pay Paul’.
Sometimes, I use ‘smoke-and-mirrors’.
I pay a bill.
I take on a project.
I’ve tried a million other ways to get unstuck:
In the end, Intentional Action, is what it takes.
One act opens space for another.
Soon, we are speeding!
So what is next?
Read Part 2: Starting is a Bitch- How I Overcome the Anxiety of Beginning Anything