It’s my life
It’s now or never
I ain’t gonna live forever
I just want to live while I’m alive
Sometimes, we (meaning I), just completely forget this. It is my life. I’m not gonna live forever. And I do want to LIVE while I’m alive. It really literally isn’t now or never, but figuratively, it might as well be.
Last night I was handed some interesting news regarding my job. Nothing bad, just something that may cause me to be way more “in front” than I was planning to be quite so soon. While my job has been new and exciting thus far, things are gonna ramp straight up to overdrive next month.
After I had some time to absorb this news, I started thinking about my own well-being. I started thinking about the things that I’ve seen others do that I want to be able to do. I started reminiscing about the things that I used to be able to do and my body balks at them now. And I started thinking about how if I didn’t make a change, there would be no changes forthcoming.
Typically, I would have this revelation and then say to myself, OK! We’ll start this on Monday. But that’s how I would usually do things and the usual way hasn’t been getting things done. I decided to start this morning. During the week, I’m always up at 5 to get my workout/yoga in before I start work. I slack for a while and check Facebook/Instagram/email/Candy Crush before I get moving. Then before I know it, I’ve wasted too much time and I haven’t gotten everything done that I wanted to do. Yes, I’ve wasted too much time to complete things in an almost 3 hour window. Moral of the story: smartphones are the devil.
With this newfound (ha!) insight into my life, I figured I would try something new. The devil was to stay on its charger until AFTER I finished all the things I needed to do and it could come out to play when it was Instagram time. Whaddaya know, it worked! This morning I got my groove back with Cize (Shaun T), then probably bruised up my core with my weighted hoop, and finished it off with some yoga focused on the second chakra as it is Sacral September after all. Know what? It felt great! Something as simple as leaving that fucking phone alone left me all kinds of time this morning. Even enough time to buzz and gua sha my leg.
Buzz = using my magic wand to loosen up muscles and gua sha = something similar to Graston which you’re just gonna have to look up on your own. You’re welcome. You learned something today.
Even though it’s only been one day, I feel that I am now on the right path. I can start to believe that I am exactly where I need to be. This path of putting down the electronics and getting on the mat and being more present is where I need to be. A little more fit and a little more happy is where I need to be. I can see the path I should be on to meander around where I need to be and perhaps those branches that lead to where I can go.
I’m a work in progress, even at 41 years old. I’ll probably always be a work in progress and that’s ok. If you’re not making progress, then what are you doing? Question I had to ask myself. Do you need to ask it of yourself? Are you where you need to be? Do you know how to get there? Do you even want to? These questions – and many others – can only be answered by you….or the next episode of Soap. ( I SO hope that the theme song started playing in your head!)
Until the next time, all 4 of my readers, I hope you find all that you are seeking.
Ah yes, the kung fu. This song was number one on the charts somehow when I turned 21. I am NOT that old.
So, hey, September already. Summer is pretty much gone and snowboarding is right around the corner. Someone wanna explain where all that time went? Please?!?!
With August came a new job. First month down and it’s been interesting to say the least. First time working in a true startup. I have so many ideas but I really have to try to dole them out a little at a time. I can be overwhelming. 😀
Now I’m mostly into the swing of things and I’m taking multi-tasking to a whole new level. It’s kinda crazy but fun. And keeping on that multi-tasking idea, I’ve gotten back on my yoga mat. I’ve been pretty disconnected but I’m working my way back. I’m spending this month focusing on the sacral chakra, where creativity and emotions lie. I’m hoping that opening that bad boy up will help with my writing processes along with some other issues that need to be addressed. I’m ready. After doing nothing all of August thanks to injury, it’s time. Cardio with Shaun T every day, yoga every day, handstands every day, or at least attempts at them. Hopefully I’ll come away with something that makes it all click a little better on Saturday’s handstand workshop.
While it’s only September, and the beginning of it at that, can I tell you that I’m getting excited for Christmas? I know, I know. It’s way too early to even be thinking about Christmas and usually, I wouldn’t be. However, since we moved, I now have an absolute shit-ton of space which means I can put up both the tree AND the village this year. Bradford Exchange is not helping my problems by showing me stuff like this:
In case you didn’t know, I just love me some collectibles. And if your decision is to hate on the Steelers, that’s your business, please just move it along. I won’t be using this space to defend myself or whom I support. Anywho, it’s a big Christmas year this year! I still don’t want to deal with presents (and we mostly don’t), but I’mma decorate the shit outta this house.
Other notes of interest, to me at least, include that I should have some more fun photos at the beginning of next month. I swear that one day, I will get better at being in front of the camera. I need to learn to relax out there (I should probably just have a beer first) and try to enjoy myself…and stop looking at the photographer. Photogs around the world likely just can’t stand working with people like me, lol. Totally uncomfortable, face-making, no pose having, only look good when I’m guffawing with a totally open mouth people. That’s me.
You’d think that I’d have more to talk about, but no. So with that, I wish you a great day. It’s hump day after all, Mike Mike Mike Mike Mike. Peace!
The day in bulletpoints:
- T-25 lower focus – I am creating an awesome ass.
- Yoga – A bird pooped on someone else’s mat.
- Fourth of July parade – It starts and ends in front of our house as we live across from the community pool. A fire truck leads all the kids and adults on bicycles around the block. Then there’s hot dogs, the pool, and the firefighters hosing down whomever wants it.
- Rain, sun, rain, sun, rain – The weather was crazy today.
- Pirates win! – Raise the Jolly Roger
- Listening to/watching from afar when this neighborhood tries to blow off some fingers or something.
Said it before and I’ll say it again: If it ain’t being simulcast on ‘DVE and put up by the Zambellis, it just ain’t fireworks.
That video will make sense in a little while.
So here we are on workout Wednesday. Certainly the toughest but best day of the week. Like every (week) day, I’m up at 5. I have a date in the basement with Shaun T for T-25 where I also, at times, jump higher than needed. Motherf$#k spiders. I’m so tired of seeing them down there. If you’re wondering, no, I don’t kill them unless they are making threatening ‘I’m gonna jump on you’ movements. Then, they die because I’m not down with spiders being on me or in my hair or biting me. You’ve (probably) seen my hair. A spider would get lost in there. I’m sick thinking about it.
After Shaun wears me out, I try to dry off enough sweat to both get out of the current workout top and into the next one for it’s off to the gym! Chug a protein shake on the way. Usually, there’s no sweating involved in yoga, but now and again, we have a killer class where I’m sweating…and we’re outside. Mind you, it’s usually only about 60 degrees out at 6:15 in the morning. I’m also still hot from cardio. Woo! 75 minutes and it’s back home to shower and change clothes. To go work out again!
Off to the rig. Today we had a brand new person, one of my pole sisters, Lisa. She has a gymnastics background so the first part came fairly easily for her. I mean, for having never been up there, to only go four times and have that fourth time be a knee hang catch? Yeah, she’s got it. I, of course, was my typical lazy self at the rig. One warmup swing, one swing, one layout, and I’m here to pull lines and be social. I need that mental health break, trust me.
Usually that’s the end of the workout day. I come home and shower and head in to the office. But oh no, not today. Today, I’m throwing in a pole class for good measure. Why? Because I’m slightly off my rocker, but also because I hear we were gonna work on some fun stuff and what am I gonna do while Lovey works out anyway? Perhaps I’ll have something interesting to chat about tomorrow after I make it through class.
Alrighty then, about that video. today’s writing prompt was about having the ability to travel to any one point in time. It didn’t specify if you could only use this ability one time or indefinite times, so I’m going to go with you have this ability all the time. I think I want to see myself engaged in whatever it is I do to make a living. That’ll let me know if the current direction is the right direction and if all of our harebrained schemes came together.
So there you have it. See ya tomorrow.
Yes, that song is absolutely my guilty pleasure. As a matter of fact, I may put it on repeat for my drive this morning. Not my usual 10 minute drive, today, I’m heading to…the south office. Going down there once or twice a month is something I agreed to when I accepted the promotion. Fortunately, it’s infrequent. There’s no snow on the ground (it’s supposed to be around 50 today), I have a full tank of gas, and, oh yeah, it’s my FRIDAY! So go ahead and hit replay on that tune up there.
Tomorrow – the Hallmark holiday of Hallmark holidays. We’re going snowboarding. Love is in the air, the thin, cold mountain air. Maybe I’ll draw a heart in the snow. Probably not. Snow angel? Possibly. Big body indentations from where I’ve crashed and burned? Boy I hope not.
I’ve never been big on this whole February 14 shenanigans. I am fairly certain that we love each other every day so we don’t need a “special” day to celebrate it. I mean, we have our anniversary (all three of them) to pick one to celebrate. Why follow the norm? Buck the trend! But I know there will still be cards and flowers and frilly cuz it’s just how we roll. And staycation. Because it’s nice to have someone else clean up after me if only for a day or two.
I thought that I was making this a four-day weekend as Monday is a holiday, but I got talked into coming in since we need coverage. It isn’t a tremendous deal as hubby has to work anyway and the office will be deserted AND I get the day back in PTO so it’ll just make up for some random summer day when I just don’t feel like going in. I know there will be those days when I would rather just go ride my bike or hang out at the trapeze. Last year I was able to do some half-day Wednesdays to get some flying in. I don’t think that’s gonna be accepted this year. Boo! Guess I’ll have to do my flying in the evening like the rest of the working stiffs.
Ahh, speaking of stiff, shoulder, PLEASE! It’s been two weeks! I think it’s likely that I have a bone bruise up there. Pretty sure I had never had this happen and now twice in four months. Either my luck or my balance is going downhill and I can’t quite decide which one. The craziest part is that once I’m up for a little while, it behaves a little better, but I must be doing all kinds of shoulder workouts in my sleep, because when I first get up it’s damn near frozen. Gotta love yoga and shoulder openers. Had my laptop not gone bonkers this morning, I would have had a great session. Instead, I waited a half an hour for stupid Windows updates and then I only had time to write. See that? I chose you guys over working out. Tough choice. 😛
Well, I’m even shorter on time than usual today so I’m gonna call this one. Wave if you see me (or hear me) coming down 25!