It’s spring and the Long Beach, NY boardwalk reflects it. The sun on your cheek is as warm and soft as a sigh, yet the air has a new-beginnings zest.
I spotted a couple strolling our boardwalk. Mindful of the day, more so of each other.
Having said I try to be mindful, to stop, be in the moment, at different times in different places during my day: https://leebythesea.me/2016/03/14/reflections/ it doesn’t always work out that way. And I see my evolution…as just a crock.
Sometimes I plan for a mindful day but efficiency elbows its way in…the latter often cancels the former:
I don’t wear shoes and socks to the Rec. center where I swim. Don’t want the bother of the locker room taking-off and putting-on. I keep it to a minimum…efficient.
I wear crocks, whether biking or driving there. The crocks are good bike wear, street wear, shower wear, pool-deck wear.
Swim trunks under jeans and I’m in front of the locker for about a minute and a half, without locker room stop and chats, of course. (Upon reflection the chats are probably a big part of my daily presence.)
But sometimes my efficiency is laughable…no, its freaking hysterical.
Recently the temp was in the forties so I decided to bike-it and crock-it. On the boardwalk, en-route to the Rec. my feet began to freeze in the oncoming wind. My hands too. I did have gloves in my pocket but it was my feet that were freezing.
I even thought of putting the gloves on my feet. I did put the gloves on, yes, on my hands, but I still couldn’t get over my hideous thoughts and actions that got me into this situation. Where was present Lee? Presentlee absent!
After my swim I was mindfully proactive. I didn’t want to make the return ride even worse with wet feet. So I dried them thoroughly with the locker room’s hot air dryer. Then I thoroughly dried the crocks too, standing several minutes at the blower to make them perfectly dry…even warm.
So there I was minutes later, biking home with cold wet rain coming down…on me and my sadly crocked-feet.
No wonder nobody ever nominated me for the mensa society…nor even the menza menza society.
But spring, it is here, it is warming.
Take it one day,
at a time.