Lying on a Sack of Rice
I had one of those days today. The day when your to-do list is piled so high that you can’t see the end of the tunnel. The day when your caterer cancels your big order a few days before Culture Kitchen. The day when all of your mega business problems are on the verge of getting solved, but almost. The day when you feel your heart pulling in a million directions, but there are no right answers, there never were.
I find myself having to lie down on a sack of rice quite often these days.
I work out of an office where the outdoor area has outdoor furniture made out of up-cycled gunny sacks. It’s become my favourite place to sit on, to think.
A lifetime ago I used to travel around India by train. My dad would give me a sack of rice (minus the rice) so that I can lay on it in the sleeper class trains I would travel on, the ones without bedding or sheets or pillows. My backpack as my pillow. My rice sack as my bedsheet.
Waking up in the morning to find my arms imprinted: 100% Thai Jasmine Rice.
Today, I didn’t have an imprint of anything. But I did sit on my sack for two hours. Trying to breathe.
Today, I fixed most of the problems, but not all. Maybe the day I fix every problem will be the day I find more to solve.
Why can’t I be superhuman?