Being propelled by the day

As soon as I walked out of Farragut North metro station this morning and felt the wind and rain grab my umbrella, it seemed as if I had lost control of my day. All the way to my office, I was letting the wind steer me. Once I was in my cubicle, I was set in motion by a different kind of force. My task list was like a big sail that hauled me through the hours. I am now back at the Farragut North station and I almost don’t know how I got here.

I wish I had taken 60 seconds and a few quiet, deep breaths to plant my legs on the earth, get my bearings and sense that the winds was coming to me. Blustery winds and a restless mind commanded the day.