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Markers. Aren’t they fun? We flip that physical or virtual calendar page and our silly brains trick us into seeing a brand-new chapter. And it works too. I had absolutely promised myself not to fall prey to the blank slate/let’s re-organize life as a whole trap this year and yet there I was, filling up my shiny 2021 digital agenda in Goodnotes on a Sunday afternoon, all gung-ho and resolute. But this year really IS different, isn’t it? I think there’s a need to regain control, however minimal. I mean seriously: I’m now attempting yoga every morning—mostly with Jessica on Fitness+ if you should know. Apple’s new bundle gave us new services for less money than before, so trying this was a no-brainer. Attempting is the operative word because I look completely ridiculous doing it. But then...there are no witnesses. Well, apart from the family, but they’re used to me looking slightly ridiculous. Today I even jumped from 10 to 20 minutes for the first time; it feels pretty good. I don’t know how long the productivity binge will last, but I’m trying hard to move my mind and body elsewhere. As far as I can get from 2020.
Three cheers to widening horizons.
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