Just because it is a new month and you are filled with resolve, it doesn’t mean you are going to win over inertia and sloth. I do try but I let go some of my routine this morning. Let’s see if I recover from this lapse.
But I still got up, dressed up and showed up at the table. Fixing my bed-head was the hardest thing. I fought the urge against walking around the whole day looking broken and with my hair all awry. I fought the war and I won. I should get points for that!
The day is cold. I am not feeling warm and fuzzy inside but I am thinking warm – to those days when the living was easy and I didn’t have to try so hard. I’m wishing that I hadn’t pack my mitts away so quickly. Oh well! That is life.
But the sun is out and the sky is so blue. I pack up Sheba in the car and off we go to the park. The crisp air and open space does wonder for our spirits. I open my heart and breathe in the goodness. It is paradise gained, not lost.
Soon we are greeted by other revellers of the park. Round and round we walk. Sometimes we climb the hill to the top and watch the panorama below us. The inertia is blown away on top of that hill.
Sheba found a playmate or two. We are both happy and rejuvenated once more.