Relax-a-Ball



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Back in my Zen-Manager days, I bought dozens of trinkets for my crew, from three minute brightly colored sand timers to remind people to keep it short at staff meetings to monster relax-a-balls as props for team building exercises.  It’s funny what we hold on to over the years.

Even now, approaching two years since I had to leave my high tech career, I find that I still hold on to the tension from years of political shoulder stalemates, budget crunching carpal tunnel, boardroom backache and various cellular M.I.S.communiqués.

Our bodies remember even when our minds no longer need to call back the facts and figures that seemed so important back then.  The number crunching that went on in our sleep, the deadlines missed and the missed opportunities.  All this and more tucked away inside our never ending nerve endings.  From the churning stomachs during senior thesis printing, the palpitations of new student orientation, the wobbly legs of personnel reviews even the full body crash just before the summer crunch … long after the last megabyte was downloaded, virus scanned, backed up or deleted, the body still remembers like an old battle wound.

So as I lay in my bed, in a much less ergonomic posture than in my heyday behind a desk, I reach for my relax-a-ball and gently remind myself it’s ok to let go.

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