There are days when, I admit, I get bored with all of this.
After all, it's an enormous amount of navel-gazing that goes on. Day in, day out, whether I want to think about it or not, I have to take all sorts of things into consideration:
-- can I get the foods I need?
-- do I have alli with me?
-- can I get in a workout?
-- can I get enough rest?
-- do I have anything to wear that fits me and isn't too big or too small?
And then I remember, we're all in this together. We're all pulling on the same rope. So if one of us is tired, the other one picks up the slack and pulls a little harder, or at least offers encouragement.
Sometimes the days run together, but they don't have to. It's actually better if they don't, if things are mixed up, changed up, transmogrified into something new. It doesn't always have to be the same walking, the same salad, the same workout tape.
Today I'm going to walk home from a different bus stop, using a different route. It'll have a hill. I'll probably see foliage I haven't seen on the other streets, and different houses. Tonight for dinner I'm making guacamole, which is nothing new, except this time I'm adding roasted tomatillos, which we haven't had for a few months. I'm exploring more online, and refinding friends from a good 30 years ago. I got some writing done yesterday. I'm going to try to get some more in tonight.
Change is a good thing, and you are altering the very atoms of your being and sometimes that can be tough. Switches in your body and your mind are flipped up and down, on and off.
So, for today,
Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again