Feeling sick in the summer has always been a little disconcerting to me. Colds happen for me at least once a summer and I can never quite understand how that works exactly.
The world has continued to spin daily here in the District, seeming to gain momentum. There’s been a great shift in daily life from slight loneliness and lots of spare time to read, cook, and contemplate, to pace of life with which I sometimes struggle to keep up. The summer is fast, intense, and throwing a lot of changes at me – new job, new housing situation, new cast of characters, new life plans – and change and I have a few issues to sort out. It’s been wonderful and dizzy and exciting and chaotic. I’m interested to see where the dust settles and excited for the upcoming weeks.
Right now, I’ve been thinking about some of the things that I am missing most and realizing that I need to get back on the personal hobbies train. My brain has been disorganized lately and is constantly searching to write without a true topic. I’m currently stewing on ideas for books and essays, hoping to pick up the ukulele again soon now that I have finally fixed my tuner, finding a new place for yoga, and looking to reestablish some semblance of a rhythm that seems to be missing. I feel mentally lopsided and am trying to regain my center. Sometimes I think that fevers and illness are just the chance to focus on myself and recalibrate, which is exactly what I need to be doing today.