{"id":1252,"date":"2011-12-16T08:02:00","date_gmt":"2011-12-16T13:02:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/?p=1252"},"modified":"2011-12-16T09:00:36","modified_gmt":"2011-12-16T14:00:36","slug":"looking-up","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/?p=1252","title":{"rendered":"Looking Up"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Today is my first day &#8216;off&#8217; in 8 days. Frantic, grueling days of holiday retail. By the evening, I arrive home exhausted and wound up like a &#8216;Chatty-Cathy&#8217;\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/thumbnail.aspx_.jpeg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-1257\" title=\"thumbnail.aspx\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/thumbnail.aspx_.jpeg?resize=261%2C300\" alt=\"\" width=\"261\" height=\"300\" \/><\/a>with a stuck string. Even after a glass of red, the reel of the day still whirrs through my head keeping me from my longed-for slumber.<\/p>\n<p>I marvel at people &#8212; including a few of my colleagues &#8212; who work more than one job and routinely put in 50 to 60 hours a week or more, sometimes 7 days a week. And I&#8217;m grateful that other than this time of year, I don&#8217;t have to. I really enjoy the constant buzzing of people around books &#8212; just not for 8 days straight. Being &#8216;on&#8217; and rushed does not make for good living &#8212; at least not the kind of living I&#8217;m interested in.<\/p>\n<p>But thanks to my dog, I discovered a quick-fix. \u00a0A simple thing to do, almost like an instant-meditation. When Tetley first scratched at the door insisting he needed to go out, I complained a bit but pulled on a jacket, clicked on his leash and went out into the night. <a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/thumbnail-1.aspx_.jpeg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-1258\" title=\"thumbnail-1.aspx\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/triciatierneyblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/thumbnail-1.aspx_.jpeg?resize=300%2C225\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" \/><\/a>\u00a0The moon was almost full and spectacular in the night sky. I looked up and kept looking up. Just that &#8211; looking up &#8211; the beat of my heart slowed. I feel this any time I look up &#8211; to gaze at trees, a bird soaring across the sky, the clouds. \u00a0Such a simple thing &#8211; <em>looking up<\/em> &#8211; calms and inspires me to breathe deeply.\u00a0Perhaps it&#8217;s the reminder of things greater than myself?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today is my first day &#8216;off&#8217; in 8 days. Frantic, grueling days of holiday retail. By the evening, I arrive home exhausted and wound up like a &#8216;Chatty-Cathy&#8217;\u00a0with a stuck string. Even after a glass of red, the reel of the day still whirrs through my head keeping me from my longed-for slumber. I marvel &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/?p=1252\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Looking Up<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[12,27,28],"class_list":["post-1252","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-nature","tag-walks","tag-work"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pPzTS-kc","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1252","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1252"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1252\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1262,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1252\/revisions\/1262"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1252"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1252"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/triciatierneyblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1252"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}