Rhythm, a sequence in time repeated, featured in dance: an early moving picture demonstrates the waltz. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Ya Gotta Have Rhythm
I’ve been caught up in a few projects lately, setting goals which look good on paper or screen, and wondering why I am not getting all the things done I want to or need to accomplish. It seems that with the arrival of the vernal equinox there came a need to reflect, to assess, to plan. At the same time it seems the chain on my wheel of life slipped off the universal cog, and while I continue to function I am out of step.
I have come to the conclusion that reflection, for me at least, is not best in the long run. At least not when said reflection takes up the entire day. Day. After. Day. I pondered days of yore when I was organized, and enjoyed the thoughts so much that I returned to them again and again. Aren’t memories wonderful? One can be so selective in choosing them.
Then when I noticed I seemed to be out of sync I spent a great deal of time thinking about that. Wondrous thoughts like ‘I’m dancing as fast as I can’ came to mind, but really I wasn’t dancing, I was stumbling.
Now how can something like that happen to someone like me? Fleet of foot, well balanced, witty me?
It finally occurred to me that I was missing Rhythm. The Rhythm of getting up and getting started getting done. Of course then I had to ponder what Rhythm does for us. Aside from musical Rhythm which is obvious in its expression I considered the successful people I knew. What did they do differently? Was there a secret to their success? And the answer? Rhythm.
There are all kinds of Rhythm; some may remember the old fashioned birth control method, which didn’t work as often as it did work, then there is the toe tapping finger snapping feeling good kind, and then there is the very intrinsic, silent to the world but loud to the soul type.
This Rhythm gives us momentum as we dance across the floor of life. This Rhythm is life. It is energy.
I am not sure why I lost my Rhythm. Does it mean I am not doing something I should be doing? Is it Writer’s Block? Or is it Life’s Block? It is more than the inability to write anything worthwhile. I feel like it is a shadow I am chasing, just catching it in the corner of my eye and then disappearing.
I am not depressed or sad. I am my own enigma. A puzzle. The feeling is intriguing, and certainly entertaining.
I expect it will depart soon. One can only be entertained by such things for a while. I also expect that the secret to finding that particular kind of Rhythm is just in the doing.
Have you ever felt the same way?
- Get Rhythm (imhphotos.wordpress.com)
- Finding Your Beat: Rhythm Examples (english.answers.com)
- Synchronizing With Your Inner Seasons (pathwaysofwisdom.wordpress.com)