Madrid has a different, more pleasant flavor after walking. When I came back I found my room tidy. I had cleaned up and made my bed before leaving, but I had completely forgotten and I thought "oh, I have a nice room". My room had been in a state of disarray for several weeks because I couldn't muster the motivation to tidy up. I've kept it tidy and made my bed in the last two days.
Today I came in to work early, to write a little bit before my co-workers arrive. I actually have nothing interesting to write about, but I want to resurrect my habit of writing every day. It's just a stream of thought that pours forth, without impediment I hope.
From this camino I took two lessons: gratitude and willingness to connect. I sometimes wish I used some sort of jewelry or tokens so that I remind myself of what I learn, because the most difficult thing is to remind to put into practice what you learn. Yesterday I went to yoga and I kept to myself as usual, when I left the studio I remembered I should have engaged with other people. I've also forgotten to count my blessings. To remember remembering is the most difficult thing to remember.
There was a new female student at the studio. Her beauty and her practice caught my eye. I leave this here as an obligation to follow-up.
From Granada I brought some fancy torrijas for my co-workers, which are similar to french toast, but the bread is soaked in milk and after fried a sugary syrup is poured on them. However, they didn't take the trip kindly, and by the time they made it to the office they also tasted a little bit off. I threw them away without telling them, no need to share the grief.
Last night I was immensely tired and I went to bed at 9pm. At first sleep was finnicky, but when I reached my usual bedtime at around 11pm I went into deep sleep. I woke up a little before 7am recharged, and I had a little bit of time to practice my press to handstand, which has eluded me despite seemingly having all the necessary ingredients.
Sam has arrived. It's time to get to work.