Working from home (a soliloquy)

I wake up. Take a lingering bath as usual. 

Make myself some green tea. Sit and write. 

I get ready for the day. Dried hair. Warm curlers. Some blush. 

Instead of my commute, I put on something acoustic. Perhaps some cello.

Just as I would at the office, I pour myself a carafe of sparkling water. 

I open another Google Chrome window—the work one.

Asana. Slack. UberConference. The occasional call. 

During lunch I go for a walk around the park. A chance to move my legs. Get some sun. 

More work. Checking off the remainder of the day’s tasks. A completed to-do list.

Instead of heading to the gym, I lay out my yoga mat. 

I put on my favorite album of the moment. A gentle flow and deep stretch in front of the gold mirror. Yoga, just the way I like it.

My social life is limited to a select few. If we can, we sit on the porch.

Otherwise, a book by the fire. A pot of tea. 

Bedtime’s a little earlier, we have to keep our immune systems strong. 

The times have changed. So too have the locations. But my rituals haven’t. 

I learned long ago, that the ritual is the most important thing.