My son’s school classes are divided between what is called an A day and a B day. For example, he’ll have his weights class on A day and P.E. on B. But core classes like Math are everyday. Of course. We mustn’t have too much fun at school.
I too have a “class schedule” in my life. One that–as I’ve recently discovered–has quite the chronic pattern. And after reading the following Facebook comment from my sister, I thought I probably should explain how it works.
“Thank you for your words! I’m so happy to be reading them again. P.S. Please don’t stop this time :)”
What I’ve discovered is that my life consists of an A, B and C day of electives. On A day it’s all about physical fitness, B is decorating/organizing and C is writing.
A day is my longest day, lasting on average between four to six months. A day is all about health and strength. Health and strength are king. During A day I workout religiously and I am very conscious of how I fuel my body, eating the cleanest foods in just the right amounts. A day makes me feel like a bad a**, mindful, whole and present. During A day I do very well in my everyday core classes too. But just as I begin to reach the level of, “Dang Girl…” I wake up one morning and instead of reaching for my workout clothes I say, “There’s a blank wall in the family room that needs decorating. And I know just what I want to do to it.” And B day begins.
B day, decorating and organizing, is my very favorite day. B day lasts about one to two months. One to two months of free-flowing, dancing with my spirit, creative bliss. I love B day. During B day I wake up excited and energized everyday. B day is me day. During B day I’m an artist, my home is my canvas and I let my soul lead. B day holds all of my favorite things. Antique stores, thrift stores, yard sales, treasure hunts, art, color and collecting pieces of history. Most recently B day brought me Emerson, my pipe smoking deer, which lead me gracefully into C day.
C day should be the highlight, the lunch break of my life. But like school lunch, C day invites vulnerability. The walking into a crowded cafeteria, wondering if you’ll find your people kind of vulnerability. A vulnerability that can only be sustained for two, maybe three months before I move safely, securely back into A day. It wasn’t always this way. C day used to be more like B day, free-flowing, soul soaring, bliss (I just wrote all about my journey from free-flowing to stifled but it made this post 42 years long so I’ll save it for another day).
And now at the request of my sister I’m working to get back to that place. Or to at least show up, look vulnerability right in the eye and walk into that cafeteria even if it means sitting at a table alone.
Perhaps I’ll even get C day changed to one of my core classes and A day too. But I think B day needs to keep it’s status as a supplemental course like sex ed or a pep rally. I mean, I only have so many walls and I still have kids to put through college.