Welcome inspiration at one in the morning

Happy that I'm feeling this inspired again. This is the energy I've been missing. Will DEFINITELY dance first thing tomorrow. (Also, this is my last box of ice cream.)
Happy that I'm feeling this inspired again. This is the energy I've been missing. Will DEFINITELY dance first thing tomorrow. (Also, this is my last box of ice cream.)

Toggl is the productivity tool I finally discovered, for helping me not only keep track of client work (and even better than that, not have to use a calculator anymore!) but also keep an eye on where my time is going. What a fascinating tool to have at my fingertips, at a time when I'm working toward living more consciously.

As a former-and-becoming-once-again blogger, years-long keeper of journals, lover of The Morning Pages, and that chick who refuses to send appropriate emails short enough they could fit on a sticky note, I shouldn't have been surprised, then, when some of my notes concerning just what I'd been up to, came out long. No worries, though... I don't think the folks at Toggl.com really care if I use their invention as a way to keep up with projects, and also as a journaling tool.

After writing the blog post that had been swirling around in my head for 6 weeks, and revealing how complicated - both wonderful and difficult - the first 8 months have been for me, I kinda' fooled myself into thinking maybe I'd turned the corner so effectively that all that was behind me. After which I went out and had myself another couple of roller coaster days. Happy stuff. Tough stuff. More fun stuff. More challenges. Bliss. Angst.

Some of us take longer to learn even the lessons that are right in front of us.

Last night was interesting, though. Easing out of a stretch of angst, I let myself just "play" for a while. Surfed the net. Read some emails. Did some journaling. Made some lists. Got downright excited about all the possibility in the world. When I realized just how good I was feeling, to make extra certain not to forget how fleeting such welcome inspiration can be, I stopped everything just to ponder how there are tangible choices I can take that will allow me to invigorate myself... On Demand. Hence the reminder of the importance of making regular time to really move my body... and how bad sugar is for me. Again.

The words in the graphic above - superimposed over a photo I shot in LA during my 10,000 Photos Extravaganza, September before last - came from my notes in Toggl. From one new version of my journal: "Happy that I'm feeling this inspired again. This is the energy I've been missing. Will DEFINITELY dance first thing tomorrow. (Also, this is my last box of ice cream.)"

Ready, set, go...

PS: I wrote most of this blog post before going to bed last night. Then woke up with an upset stomach this morning. Justified going back to sleep for an hour, by remembering that I'd stayed up until sometime around 3. Tummy was still unhappy. Still? Yes. I danced. For more than 30 minutes. Which included some time on my yoga ball. Even worked in a bit of "play" with my smallest kettlebell, for good measure. I'm giving myself extra points for sticking to my resolve in the face of discomfort. Just because...