Many people live outside of the 9 to 5 and longer life style, some voluntarily, some not voluntarily. The man on the picture looked content with his life style even though it was cold and he's obviously no roof about his head. I've a lot in common with outsiders. Me, not voluntarily was more or less kicked out of the paid-by-hour-society. It's a luck. I see it so. Even though sometimes the thought comes up: Why did that happen. I don't understand: I put so much money and time in my further education over all the years. I was willing to get pressed out like a citron. But no, I shall have another fate.
I sat here in the early morning, enjoyed my morning coffee. This is really a most appreciated beginning of the day: sipping black coffee, check what happened around the globe, reading and answering to my emails, admiring some pictures that were uploaded overnight.
Afterwards I tried to give structure to my day. Important tiny tasks were postponed and became a burden. I blame yoga. It's so time-consuming. This is not fair. It's good to have a reason or excuse why things were not done. They relief the soul. And finally I'm not to blame nor anything else, life is a happening.
Now the one task is done. The pomodoro timer that divides my time in 25 min helps me to get going and it helps me to stop for tiny breaks before the play starts again.
Sometimes I look back to my job live. The best times were indeed when I could work from home. I had such jobs where no office was offered. To appear on time in a company day in day out was experienced as prison. Colleagues learned details about myself that I didn't like to present. One reveals a lot when with people for 8 hours every day. Working from home allowed me to eat what I wanted and when I wanted. I could nap when I was exhausted. It allowed me to enjoy the sun during a walk, when it was shining. I could live according to my needs much much more.
I could handle it to work from home. I was disciplined and I dedicated enough time to the given tasks, but I had to make it a topic again and again to work consequently.
When I want to get out of the valley where I'm right now, I have to be disciplined. I experience myself in a sort of valley (a very green one, also valleys have it's beauty) because I don't offer something to society that is considered worth paying for. Not that this is a great burden, but it makes me thinking: How can I be useful in a way that gives me joy, too.
I read a blog of a photographer called Rick, 62 years old. In one of his last posts he wrote that more and more of his peers think of retirement. Not he, because he likes what he does. This is the way to go. I agree with him that keeping up with the new technologies keep us young.
11am: I did not yet practice. When I start my mind is free to focus on my breath because things are done already.
I took this picture yesterday in the subway. Almost half of the population is playing with a mobile phone whenever it's possible. It's a way to get distracted. To stand silence, doing nothing, being focused on sitting only or waiting seems impossible.
PS: Also the thought to do something useful is nothing but a limitation. Shoo, shoo, away with it. :) If I hadn't written it, I wouldn't have discovered this mental trap. Life flows (with and without me).