We act very much as if we were on a voyage. What can I do? I can choose out the helmsman, the sailors, the day, the moment. Then a storm arises. What do I care? I have fulfilled my task: another has now to act, the helmsman.
If the weather is bad for sailing, we sit distracted and keep looking continually and ask, “What wind is blowing?” “The north wind.” What have we do to with that? “When will the west wind blow?” When it so chooses, good sir.
I went out for what was supposed to be a short run today.
Didn’t feel like it. It was a long day; I was tired.
But the run was scheduled. “Not my problem,” the schedule seemed to say.
You don’t fight schedules. They don’t listen.
Shoes on, I walked out the door.
Took a step; then another; then another.
A slow trot. Then quicker.
It’d rained earlier; the air felt fresh and cool.
Reached a fork in the road.
Turn left as planned and in 30 minutes I’d be home.
Turn right and in 30 minutes… in 30 minutes I’d be 30 minutes from home.
I looked left. Turned right.
29 minutes in and my legs were feeling good.
One-two-inhale; one-two-exhale. The rhythm felt like poetry.
But my mind — it disagreed. “You can’t keep this pace,” it said. “Slow down.”
I feared it was right. Last time I ran this quick I fizzled out at 30. Which was… now.
Then I remembered Epictetus.
My mind chose this route; this pace; this moment. It’s job was done.
My legs didn’t think there was a problem and neither did my lungs. They were fine; they were strong.
“Trust them,” I told my mind. “Trust them to do their job. If I collapse, I collapse.”
Until then, I run.
I love to read and write. Professionally, data science, technology, and sales ops are my thing. In my non-professional life, I aspire quite simply to be a good person, and encourage others to do the same. For those who care, I test as INFJ in the MBTI.