Saturday, December 12, 2015
It’s been a rough few months for me. After our son Zachary died this year I spent a great deal of time focusing on the joys that he brought to our life. I had to or else it would be too easy to crawl into a ball and hide from the world. And cry. Lots and lots of crying. Work in particular became tough just because it’s a place where I need to keep it under control and be professional. Actually that’s not even true. I can keep it relatively under control but professionalism isn’t really my thing. Sarcasm is. And humor. But I found myself having quite a few rough days at work in the last several weeks. We had expected Zachary to arrive by Thanksgiving at the latest so getting over that hurdle was a major step in my grief. On Thanksgiving weekend I was really dreading going back to work and carrying on a normal life. That is, until I had the BEST idea.
It’s cartwheels. Yup, cartwheels. There is no way possible you can be sad while doing cartwheels. So I’ve been doing them. A lot. At work. Every day. Anytime there is no one around, I do a cartwheel. Mostly in our break room area. Or if I think I don’t have time or the appropriate attire for a cartwheel I do full turns or split leaps. Last week I did several fouette turns in a row because I couldn't hear anyone coming and then I got a bit dizzy and had to walk back to my office while shaking it off a bit. Yup, I’ve just been cartwheeling and twirling and leaping all over our office and no one knows it (I think). As of yet I don’t think I’ve been caught. I do them while I’m making copies or when I check my mail. Sometimes I just go to the break room to see if no one is around so I can get a quick cartwheel or leap in. It’s just really hard to be sad and distracted after being upside down.Score one for movement therapy! It’s so healing.