This morning I got up to do tai chi late — I’d woken up early, and I was working on writing something, but I hadn’t published it yet, and I realized that time was slipping away. (Rufus Opus has a useful reminder this week that time is always passing, and you have to decide how you’re going to spend it: at the gym, in writing, in teaching, in learning new skills, in drawing. You. You are the one who has to do that stuff. What you practice, you become, and all that. Me, I get up and do tai chi. And a lot of other stuff.)
Anyway, I’m running behind on a Monday, so I don’t have a lot of time for this entry. What I noticed about today is that even though the house is cold, I’m warm. Today’s tai chi wasn’t tingly or full of chi — it was just warm without being sweaty. It was full of strength while also full of gentleness. And I like days like this. I wish they came around more often.
