miles away

The clutter in my mind and in my room fuels procrastination, and going upside down becomes the impossible last thing on my mind. I will work on the clutter and I will make a schedule; one that incorporates more of a stretching routine with upside-down-ness as its focal point (or apex, or finale).

Today I spent twenty minutes stretching as my body felt fit. My feet are miles away, my hands are miles away, I'm frustrated. This has got to be one of the slowest processes I've encountered; in academic pursuits there is often a contained effort and a fixed result (oversimplification for the purpose of a superficial argument), but in stretching there's progress one day and regression the next (I can touch my toes now, but that's after 30 minutes of elongation... tomorrow I'll be off to the same stiff start!)