A Space For Rotting.

The Universe had the foresight to know I would need a completely obligation-free weekend to rot.

No appointments. No yoga classes to teach. No critical errands that needed to get done.

Freedom to pass the time rotting.

And while I do know that "rotting" is typically defined as being done in bed... Eating, sleeping, consuming content... For me, the luxury of nothing that had to be done and having a house to myself meant I could rot anywhere and in any fashion.

Doing whatever I wanted. 

So I decided to move heavy furniture around.

Where a bedroom once was became an office. What was once a dining table became a desk. What was an outdoor dining table became an inside one. 

I badly needed the energy change after this week.

I wanted to feel productive. Empowered. 

And more in control of my time... How it passes.

My office had been in a very dark room. I thought it would help me focus. And it did. So much so time passed quickly. I never noticed the changes in the Sunshine.

I need to see the Sunlight during the day. I need the oxygen exchange with the 18 plants that sit in the new room with me. I need a desk large enough to space out all the beverage vessels I need to have within reach to power me. 

I don't want time flying by. I want to be more conscious of it. It's why I live some place where it is Sunny year-round. I want to see more. It's why I live some place where it isn't cold five months a year. I want to get outside and feel more.

And changing the energy around in my house makes rotting a joy.