In spite of everything around me, I do NOT have to buy into the warp speed mentality. See, the problem is right there in the word “warp.” I’m getting warped by the speed. My brain bends. And, really, my brain is bendy enough already, thanks.
Things fall out when my brain bends. I forget my lunch, or my name, or my wallet. Oh, was I supposed to call you? Oops. Things also fall away. Exercise? What’s that? Writing? Um, no.
So here’s the plan. I’m going to stand up every hour at work. And I’m going to stretch my back. And I’m going to breathe.
It’s a paltry effort, but perhaps better than nothing.