Right now, my life is missing a rhythm.
My body’s rhythm – that whole circadian rhythm sleep cycle thing – is all confused from being flown across the Atlantic, from a 24-hours-awake-after-2-hours-of-sleep marathon travel day. And this poor body o’mine has just enough time to switch back to EST before I throw it back on a plane and haul it back across the Atlantic.
There’s no rhythm.
Life is a jumble of countries and currencies, suitcases packed and unpacked and repacked, floors covered in clothes and cords and souvenirs.
And I crave rhythm. I crave a schedule, structure, I crave a daily routine.
My body needs rhythm. As a dancer, I know how to settle in, how to let that rhythm become part of me and exist within my muscle and my bones.
That’s a lie; ask my dance teachers. I’m always ahead of the music. I need to slow down.
In more ways than one.
No. It is not Friday. Am I doing last week’s Five Minute Friday writing prompt on Monday? Yes. Why? Well, for one thing, #YOLO, amiright? For another, Friday was my last day in Malta and between my full schedule of pool, packing, and beach, I completely forgot about it. I’ll admit it. So now I’m joining up with Lisa-Jo Baker, a few days late, for a five-minute free write. Don’t think. Just type.