I can’t imagine life without movement.
As a proper computer nerd, I spend a lot of time sitting in front of a screen. But if you opened my Obsidian notes, you’d see that most of them were written on my phone, usually while walking somewhere. There is a separate story here about how I work in tech but still don’t trust clouds. Everything is self-hosted, homemade, following the old family recipe.
Most notes appear while I’m moving. I like walking, looking at nature, and letting my brain wander. This morning, I spent about twenty minutes standing on a bridge and staring into the water. My inner voice said: “jump in, it’s August after all” (haha, just kidding). There was a whole other world down there: ducks floating on the surface with bodies perfectly designed for it, small fish below them, bigger fish deeper down, all moving through a forest of algae slowly waving in the sunlight. Dragonflies flew above the water. I imagine something like this once helped Frank Herbert think of the ornithopters in Dune. 🌕 Sport works in a similar way. You focus on one thing and simply try to do it. You learn how your body works, or in my case, how it mostly doesn’t. You practise a serve, test different movements, and naturally think: I’m smart, I’ll figure this out immediately. Usually you don’t. Then suddenly you find one small physical clue: “Ah, that’s what the body was supposed to do.” And something clicks. That is the point I keep returning to: rest is also work. It is the work of defragmenting and reorganising your thoughts. You can stare at your screen for hours, but after a certain point, the return becomes very small 🤓🎾
