Now…is the time. Not tomorrow. Not the next day. Not when you are on vacation. Not when you have reached your perfect weight. Not only on your birthday. Not when you deserve it. Not when the stars, the moon, and the planets are all perfectly aligned. Today is the day to eat the chocolate.
I really wanted to be a smart person. It seemed that the smart kids got a lot of respect in school and I wanted that. Although I tried hard to be a smart kid, I couldn’t break into the regular learning groups in elementary school. But…I was a really good athlete, so that helped along the way. I couldn’t spell, but I could run super fast!
Reality set in when I nearly bombed my first graduate course. He said, “Under-grads think they know everything. Grads think they know quite a bit. It’s the Profs who realize that we hardly know anything.” Now, I was starting to smarten up and listen better.
After spending two and half weeks in Israel, my friends and family asked me how my Maccabiah Games experience was. I’ve looked into their eyes and tried to find the words to describe this life-changing event.
Perhaps there are too many things to remember to do that didn’t exist years ago. Things like emails, recycling and compost bins, and byob – bring your own bags. Perhaps our freedoms to do what we want are being controlled by society’s pressures to always do the right thing?
Flash forward 33 years. I’m still a runner, but with aching knees that click all the time. My loose running shorts are now ¾ length Epic Run Tight Fit Tights – to hold me together! I need a hat to control the incredible amounts of sweat pouring from this exercising menopausal suffering soaked me. It’s not as pretty, but it still has a PURPOSE!
September is the month of “rebirthed learning”. I’m sure most school aged children will not agree with that statement. No doubt they are rolling their eyes and fighting off the first day of school. My hope is when children are finished their formal studies; they will still embark on the wonderful learning opportunities presented to them especially during this time of year. Maybe you would be interested in learning Mandarin, Italian, French, Spanish, Hebrew, etc.? Would you be interested in learning how to dance ballet, tap, ballroom, line, etc.? Perhaps you would like to learn karate? The freedom to choose is endless!
A sensible shoe is the direction I seem to be going towards. I can’t believe I wrote that. My aching back and knees are now the forces behind which shoes are best suited for me. My heart is telling me to wear those gorgeous gladiator knee length; multi-buckled flat sexy sandals (see the picture). My back and knees are telling me that a little heal is needed as well as some arch support. That sounds so “retirement plan” and I’m nowhere near retiring. I’m just getting started…aren’t I?
The “To Do” list is very long and needs my attention. I’ve got a lot of stuff to do… But… I don’t care. I’m pleasantly in a fog. A glorious fog that rolled into my life. The same kind of dense fog you might wake up to along the coast of Maine. The billows of damp mist that rolls onto the coastline. The kind that feels cold, wet and humid. The kind of fog that immediately curls my untamed mane and dampens my skin.
As a pure bread ( that’s bred! ) Capricorn, I am stubborn and don’t like change. My friends always encourage me to try new things. Most of the time, I don’t. Why? Simply because I am a stubborn old goat!
Rebound, abound and turn around, I’m found!
In the community where I live, we have 3 main types of bins. The blue bin is for recycling items such as paper and plastics. We have a light brown bin for composting organic materials and we have a brown bin for actual garbage.
My question is…What will be our next community bin? I have some (wink, wink) suggestions!
They grew up. I grew up. We all grew up. I think it happened slowly. Perhaps, I wasn’t paying much attention. All I know is, just like that we all grew up.
And… What profession am I talking about? How do you get paid in LOVE? Is actual LOVE the currency? Am I talking about prostitution? Am I talking about match making? Am I talking about a form of “Professional Love”? Also… What type of love am I referring to? The love people have for each other, or for animals, or for inanimate objects?
Bluegirls come in every size. Some are wise and some otherwise. They got pretty blue eyes. For an hour a man may change
For an hour her face looks strange – Looks strange, looks strange — Genesis: Ripples
Tick, tick, tick… Who’s knocking at my window? This time I was pleasantly greeted by both Lamé and Laurette. I watched them and I’m sure they were watching me. I love their company.
Some days, it’s hard to turn off the words. Some days, it’s hard to turn on the words. After the tragic events in Britain over the past several weeks, I lost my words. My hands covered my mouth for days. I couldn’t even mumble. The heartache. The suffering. The senseless pain. I was gaspingly muted.
The Marathon was the great measurement of the ultimate run. Then the Triathlon was the measurement of the greatest combination athletic event. Now it’s the Ironman Extreme which is the greatest physical measurement and challenge. I wonder what the next great challenge will be or the next great measurement of the human challenge. Maybe it will be an opposite event?
How’s about running so far back in time you go from the present into the past. Let’s call this “The Run-Back in Time Has-been Marathon.”
I ask myself this question, how does this person finish our…sandwiches?
It’s nothing you can try to understand; it just is. Where did we meet? How did I know this person before? How does s/he understand what I’m about to say? Why is there so much connection without any connectivity? Is this a soul I’ve known before? It’s got to be more than what it is. But….there’s no known history.