Has anyone else seen The Last Dance miniseries on Netflix? We finished it last night.
Color me impressed.
It may be helpful to know that any and all appreciation I have for sports can be attributed to my Sweet Husband. As a youngster I played a little soccer, field hockey, and softball, but quickly switched my focus to the arts by my teen-aged years*. So the world of sports is, in a word, foreign to me.
Anyway, after watching this show, I have a deep respect for Michael Jordan.
And one thing that was mentioned–I think by a sportscaster–was that much of Jordan’s success was due to his ability to be fully present in the moment.
He practiced mindfulness.
So here I am, a woman with an anxiety disorder, ready to give it a go.
I. am. here.
. . .
SnapDragon’s Practice in Mindfulness That May Or May Not Be Boring as Shit:
Sight: I see the glare of the sun on our Barbeque grill. I see my infant son chewing on a crinkly-paged “Numbers” book. I see my cat Henry trying to find a cozy spot to nap.
Sound: I hear muffled television voices. I hear the AC. I hear the occasional chirping of birds.
Scent: I smell the indefinable tropical fruit combination of my conditioner.
Taste: I taste the sweet and somewhat metallic vanilla of African Honeybush iced tea.
Touch: I feel freshly showered. I feel the residue of coconut lotion between my toes. I feel the rough skin of my fingertips from obsessive handwashing.
[[ Thoughts: I think I made it; my heart isn’t racing. Will it last? I wonder if he’s sleepy. Is the TV too loud? I hope she enjoys her birthday despite this lock-down shit. My eyes hurt. What should I read? ]]
Keep trying, Snap.
Another moment is just around the corner.
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SnapDragon is an artist who would give anything for a sushi roll right now.
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* I did play an epic season of intramural volleyball freshman year of college. That may have been the most competitive streak in my life. Did we win the championship? I can’t even remember. . .