Somewhere along the line I lost my purpose in picking up zentangling a little over 13 months ago. That purpose aligned with the goals of the founders. I wanted another form of meditation.
I have a tendency for monkey brain and often get fixated on what is flowing through, but being given a pattern to focus on that is repetitive was giving me a way to just let those thoughts go that I wasn’t finding in my solo yoga practice (class was a different matter, but was no longer an option). As I tend to do, I ended up focusing on the final outcome rather than the process.
When I thought back to when my tangling was more meditative it came down to working my way through One Zentangle A Day. So, I got the Tangle A Day Calendar and I decided that I’d follow “Idea #6 Tangles on Tuesdays” in the Zentangle: Tangled and Journaled, Too! group on Facebook. Jane Eileen, the owner of the group posts seven new tangles each Tuesday. So, I’m doing the day’s tangle in my calendar. Sometimes it is a monotangle, sometimes friends show up, other times tangleations appear – and that is just what happened in my first week of this new practice!
As a graphic designer who frequently has to read minds because I’m not given all the information an outside design agency would require, I often experience decision fatigue. This exercise is effective because I have a decision made for me from which to start instead of being paralyzed with possibilities.
This week the practice has been especially helpful. Last weekend’s blizzard brought to light a design/build defect in our apartment building and we awoke Monday morning to a rather large puddle in our apartment. At first I thought DH had very wetly mopped up after a doggy mess or that the dishwasher had sprung a leak, but a look at the ceiling revealed that was the source of water. Maintenance poked a hole in it to keep it from spreading, but by Monday night it was the size of a dinner plate with an arm along a seam line nearing 5 feet long and we were catching about a gallon of water every three to four hours by Tuesday morning. After a lot of yelling and complaining we finally were relocated to a hotel on Wednesday evening where we could breathe and not have the roar of industrial machinery running at all hours and the heat cranked up to ridiculous levels.
It may have been one thing if we were going to work, but I always work from home and DH was on telework for much of the week due to the storm aftermath. Working in that chaos with men coming and going without notice, the roar of the equipment, and both of us and Brandon being confined to the master bedroom and left without means of cooking safely or washing dishes was not sustainable. Neither of us were at our usual productivity levels in that situation.
DH has ventured back to the apartment today to do laundry and bring back more clothes for us. The report is there is a larger hole now, cleaned up and ready for patching, plus an additional hole. The dehumidifiers and fan are gone. We are hopeful that means it is dried out and they will start the patching tomorrow, painting Tuesday, and that we’ll be back home at Wednesday’s checkout time? We haven’t actually heard from management since Thursday night when they said it would be 3-5 days, though they hadn’t been very truthful prior to that. While Thursday at the hotel was lovely — being able to breathe, and to eat without fear of ingesting insulation, it gets old pretty quick. I’m ready to be back home, even if that means loosing a day of work to cleaning up after the mess they’ve made. I want my bed! My pillow! My computer monitor!