"With a Conscience" - "Do I have any more words??"

 

            I have a confession to make...I am one lazy, LAZY human being and...I love it.  My apologies ahead of time but the art of "doing absolutely nothing" has taken me decades to learn.  We have tricked ourselves into believing that we always have to be busy doing "something" otherwise we are useless.  "Horse hockey."

            Truthfully, I have never enjoyed doing "nothing" more than I am right now.  Maybe that is because, I have been doing more than everything for a very, very long time.  It's no one's fault.  It is a habit we get into when we are taking care of everyone else other than oneself. Soooooo I started this summer to take care of myself...So be it.  When you are fortunate enough to live past 60, you can say these things and do these things.

          This summer has been a summer where the focus has been on my physical health.  My emotional health needed a three to four mile walk each and every day since the end of June.  The kitties would walk on my head at 5:30 and there the day began.  Two cups of coffee, breakfast and after reading my daily horoscopes, I was off to walk.  During this mindset, I could not bring myself to write because all I could do is force myself to be physically active. My brain and my body needed the exercise and I am grateful I came to that conclusion.

        To become more physcially active, actually forces one to slow down and remain in the present tense.  And...truthfully, it keeps your weight and your sugar levels down. This is another reason for not writing.  I was focused on the physical and the mental freedom that exercise gives you when you know you are in need to change.  The "change" has been evolving for roughly six years.  Evolution requires patience and diligence.  Nothing more.

        I have watched every sun rise and faithfully put on my sneakers all summer long and I know for a fact, that I am calmer and more at peace.  I have been able to write again, to share again and my hope is that those reading these blogs will stop, breathe and move.  Movement is everything.  It is NOT selfish nor inappropriate.  It matters.  It is a wellness practice.  I only hope that as long as  I can walk, that I am grateful and make it to Paris.