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Moving more – check!

Moving more – check!

April 15, 2020
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I have been working on a computer for… like the past twenty+ years or so. More or less daily. It’s what I do. If I don’t write a blog piece, I answer emails. If I am not on my emails, I am reviewing documents. If I am not reviewing documents, I am authoring them. If I am not… well. You get it. The work I do is, to a huge extent, computer-based.

And still.
My body is currently screaming at me to STOP SITTING DOWN IN FRONT OF A COMPUTER ALL DAY LONG!

You’d think it was used to it.
And it is.

But not to the extent of now.

Or… honestly, it might be so, that in the past few years I have managed to get more variety in my work week that when I actually did spend all my time in an office as a salaried worker at a pharmaceutical company.

For the past year, until the beginning of March, I have been on my bike a lot, going to or from the train station or the bus depo, on my way to a couple of different customers, where I’ve also been doing quite a lot of training, which entails no computers what-so-ever, but rather workshop-style interactions and a lot of standing on my part.

But now.
One company has a ban on outside visitors, and as a food packager, I totally understand that.
One company has enforced quarantine rules, asking people to work from home, leaving me as a consultant no choice but to do the same.
So I am at home much more.
I have more meetings on Zoom than before, meetings I would have held in person if there was no pandemic.
And there I am, sitting in my sofa, laptop in knee, for hours on end. Hours!

My neck, my shoulders, my back are telling me: STOP IT!
(So as I am typing this, I am standing in the kitchen, at a make-shift standing desk.)

I don’t have a fitbit or Apple Watch or one of those little devices on my arm reminding me to Stand up, you’ve been sitting down too long!

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not as if I live a completely sedentary life. I still do my morning seven-minute workout. I get at least 10 kilometer in my body on a daily basis, taking walks and going for bike rides, even though I am not headed anywhere but back home again. It’s just not enough. I need to move more often spread throughout the day.

So – I don’t want a device on my arm. But I would love an app that does the same thing, or a timer-app that alerts me on the hour (or whenever I choose to) to get up, stand up, move about…

And… that had me go off on a spree. Checked out smart rings, but, nah…
Downloaded and installed Time Out in my laptop.

So. There.
Set.
On it.
Moving more – check!

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Willing myself into murky waters

March 23, 2020
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Participating in The Creative’s Workshop on akimbo.com I am exposed to two sets of asks.
1) The Dailies, where I and the other players are asked to write and post every day for 100 days in a row. Subject, style, content totally up to each and every one of us.
2) The Prompts, where I and the other players are given a thrice-weekly prompt asking us to reflect and respond to questions, pushing me (at least) far outside of my comfort zone. Asking me to take a stand, to give voice to what I like and dislike, to what I do and don’t do, to what my work looks like and why. 

The different asks give rise to different response within me, something I try to give voice to below.


It’s a matter of focus. Of intent.
Of willing myself into murky waters where the going is far from easy and smooth.

That’s what the Prompts feels like to me.

Whereas the Dailies are more of an easy-peasy sit-down and let what-ever-want’s-to-come-out pour from my fingers onto the screen in front of me.

And. Luckily. It’s not a question of either-or both rather a both-and.

They give me different types of release.
The Dailies get to be lighter, or heavier for that matter, but there’s more flow to them.
Less intellectual effort.

The Prompts speak to the Upholder in me, making me want to respond quite literally to the specific questions asked. Even though I wriggle like a worm on a fishhook now and again, I get through them, slowly and steadily, one by one. A bit behind the release-schedule, but catching up.
In their iterative structure, inviting me back into past prompts, to observe, orient, decide, act (ooda), there’s progress, if by progress I mean movement. Which I do.

Thanks in large part to TCW, my mind is moving.
My understanding is increasing.
The visibility is greater, there’s more and more clarity.
In what it is I want to do, in who it is I want to be.

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