There was a hush over the land.
It was QT.
QT (Quiet Time) is Sanskrit for I can be charming, energetic, a good cook, vigilant, creative, sassy, funny, nurturing, loving and your favourite art teacher as long as I get 1/2 hour alone.
6 days into a very busy camp, 8 dozen bagels, 20 meals, 11 voices talking non stop, dinner games, a play in creation, 12 art projects, yoga, morning runs, cooking lessons, chronic whatsnextism, nightmares and we had just been swimming for the 4th time that day, when it hit me with excitement.
OMG. It is QT.
I got into bed with wet pigtails, a cold body and a bag of gummy bears after a long swim with the little artists. I could hear my mom’s words in my head from my whole life –don’t sleep in wet hair, bad for the goose down pillows.
I felt like I had been run over, so I ignored this common sense.
25 minutes later I knew I had to get up. I could not move my body. Had I been run over? Maybe I have a rare disease which causes instant paralysis.
I lay there wishing for a tiny moment that I was the kid at camp, not the one running it.
And then I remembered something that helps me in these moments- the glory of the last 10%.
It is that bit you do when you are finished or when nothing is reciprocated or when you have nothing left to give.
You dig deep and you do your very best. And you stay true.
And then there is a dose of glory.
And it is wonderful.
ASFC inspired Degas 14 year old ballerina
(I only found out about the glory of the last 10% in the last 10 years and I would be really curious to know when it hit you over the head- please write to me below and let me know how you learned it, when you learned it and how it has changed your life. )