it’s been 4 weeks since i started this experiment in living above a garage. It feels oddly like a long time and a short time. I’ve had this theory about the subjective experience of time. My theory is you mark time through the number of moments of awareness. Auto pilot can make a day pass in a flash, and boredom where you look up every moment “are we there yet” can feel like forever.
Living in a new place, setting new patterns involves many moments of awareness But it also involves plowing through new activities which just take doing not noticing. So the slow and the fast passage experience It’s dawning on me what a BIG change this is. Not fear or regret but maybe a kind of awe that I did it. I’m still avoiding busyness but I am impulsively reaching out to folks from my past. I think my balance to doing/reflecting is about right. And I’m not beating up on myself when I don’t accomplish what I’d hoped to each day. Still curious about how the adjustment process will play out. I want to notice it all and slow down this exit ramp I’m on.
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