It was a gloriously stormy day. The rain had given up falling in sheets and was conglomerating in billowy masses the size of small buildings. Blown into visible, liquid clouds that raced past, the watery gusts buffeted Lydia as she strode against the current and towards her destination. Lydia’s teeth chattered and she relaxed, deliberately letting go of the tension in her shoulders, her neck, and her clenched jaw. The trick to this kind of wet cold was not to fight it, but to relax into it while maintaining forward momentum. Lydia was soaked to the skin and mildly hypothermic, but she knew she wasn’t really in danger. Her destination was only a brisk ten-minute walk away and shivering was painful and undignified. She didn’t need to shiver, and so she suppressed it like an inopportune yawn. Lydia relaxed, leaned into the wind, and imagined she was a storybook hero prevailing against great challenges.
At work, Lydia’s boss scowled and muttered a nasty comment about her bedraggled appearance. Lydia just smiled and continued to imagine she was a hero. Her boss, she decided, was an evil sorcerer. The trick was to not fight the sorcerer’s spells, but to relax into them while maintaining forward momentum.
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