New Life Activate in Magical Realism

I woke up early this morning and looked out on the lake at sunrise. Rosy pink skies, glassy flat grey water at dawn, and two hot air balloons gearing up to fly, one red, one blue.

Fell back asleep and had a dream a squirrel was perched on our balcony railing. Not likely because we are 8 flights up, but we do have exotic (to me) birds come to visit occasionally. Beautiful white cockatoos with neon green crests and dinosaur feet, colorful rainbow finches, menacing magpies, doves, and even a type that looks like NYC pigeons. The cockatoos are so pretty but make squawking noises straight out of Jurassic Park, and the aggressive magpies, known for “swooping” cyclists and pedestrians, have a surprisingly pretty and melodic coo-ing song.

Had another dream that someone came in through our front window and stole the bed there while we were home. I was unsettled because it happened while we were at home, but when we checked nothing else had been taken. This bed is one that came with the unit and I don’t love it, so I think this dream was my unconscious’ way of reminding me to put it up on freecycle and get rid of it sooner than later. Noted, unconscious self. Thank you.

A showered and brought me iced coffee in bed before leaving early for a conference. I was in the office yesterday so enjoyed a leisurely morning, read a bit and eased into the day gently. Made more coffee and fried up two eggs over easy, half of the half avocado we had left in the fridge, and washed and sliced a pint of strawberries. Put half of them on the plate and half for later. The plate looked colorful with the red strawberries, green avo slices, and white egg with yellow yoke sprinkled with black pepper. I took a photo and felt a spark of accomplishment that I took the time to make something pretty and nourishing for myself.

Logged brekkie into myfitnesspal, which was also extremely satisfying. Logged on to social where a kind stranger congratulated me on the 2 year anniversary of my Quadruple marathon swim around Manhattan. That feels like yesterday and so long ago all at once. Laughed at myself realising I probably feel similar amounts of pride for swimming 114 miles and making a healthy breakfast.

Booted up my new walking pad under my standing desk and started the day with a leisurely stroll while checking and responding to work emails. Have had the walking pad just over a week now and the standing desk/walking pad is basically the best thing ever. I can walk for hours between on camera meetings and am way more productive than sitting at a desk (or slouched on a couch/bed.) I find the desk/walking pad combo aesthetically pleasing too. I chose the white walking pad as it reminded me of the sleek minimalist beauty of an apple product, and was not disappointed. Pressing the button on the standing desk to raise and lower also thrills me. Because it’s my nature, I am probably overdoing it by walking slowly for hours a day, but in terms of vices go, it seems harmless and also low impact.

Obviously I am starting a new life of being a healthy and productive human so figured I’d write a Prosebox entry to document it all. Also satisfying! But tomorrow is a public holiday so stay tuned for potential binging, debauchery and complete lack of anything productive.

Because, balance.