Newton's First Law

You may remember this from Middle School: An object in motion. Remains in motion. Until acted upon by an outside force. Newton’s First Law of Motion.

Sir Newton keeps showing up in my self-talk over past few months. Probably because I’ve been, without question, an object in constant motion.

When The Year of the Fire Horse began last week, I thought, “of course - no rest in sight!” Everyone I spoke with was feeling it, reeling in it. The Fire Horse, “known for intensity, passion, speed, and boldness. A time of significant, rapid change rather than steady, slow growth.”

Yes. That. Is. What. I’m. Sensing.

Fitting it all in: time for yoga (06:00), time for tea (07:00), time for meetings upon meetings upon emails upon do you have a second (vast majority of the day), time to cook (18:00), time for “Mom, the check engine light is on”, time to breathe (oh yea, when to schedule that in?), to notice (intermittent), to stomach this nightmarish administration and the horrors in my news feed (at times doing my best to ignore, but - ugh, there goes another NYT alert lest it slip my mind).

And that’s just Tuesday.

An object in motion remains in motion unless acted upon by an outside force.

Friction.

How else do you slow yourself down when there is this much momentum?

Friction, like a slice into your finger while cutting celery for soup.

(But universe, the soup was my way of slowing down and caring for myself!!)

I guess peeling carrots and crying over an onion wasn’t enough?

Nothing like a trip to the ER to get you to stop. Sit still. Wait a while. Lean back, listening to the crinkle of the hygienic paper underneath you as it catches the snow melting from your shoes.

To think, I almost didn’t make soup.

Me, waiting for the nice people at JCMC to take care of me - terrific bunch!

Where is your friction coming from lately? Is it in your control or out of it?

Wishing you a restful weekend, I’m sure we all could use one.