Pausing to Move

The weekends are my time to reset myself:

To pause everything, and take some time for me.

Dan’t Lose Hope posted this morning about querencia, a safe, quiet place of inner calm. That’s what I’d consider my pause. It’s those moments of time when it’s just me, and nothing else in the universe – let alone in my personal bubble – matters anymore.

For a while, it was the long Saturday Morning Mega Workout. Most of the time now, the long workouts are on Sundays. They’re shorter these days, but I’ve learned it’s not the length, it’s the quality. They give me a chance to focus and recenter myself. Even the shorter weekday workouts during the week are a way to focus on myself. It’s difficult to worry about anything more than more keeping my form correct. Focusing on inner strength and calm, creating outer strength.

Now that it’s warmer, that recentering pause from the world isn’t usually in the form of a workout. My querencia takes place in that bit of time while Shawshank does dinner with his family, or after we have our nightly talk . I have a small Bluetooth speaker and a playlist that makes me feel awesome. Pause, and head out into the backyard.

Pause, for me, is synonymous with flow. Just me, and a set of LED poi, and a playlist full of shit that makes me feel sexy as hell. And it doesn’t matter that I don’t have anyone to be sexy for. I can be sexy for me. No matter how much of an absolute shitshow of a day I could have had at work, no matter how much everything in the world has pissed me off, I can hit PAUSE.

And in that pause, movement.