When you stop carrying on... they carry you off!
So I live like a roller coaster. When I am down and out sick and tired, I know I am at the bottom of the roller coaster, slowly, painstakingly working my way up to the top for the WHEEEEEEEE factor of life is goof.
Not sure that made any sense, but I woke up alive. The above scene is from one of the numerous ponds in the park.
Right now I have a ton of projects and chores to do. I was busy all day until I couldn't go anymore then sadly I plopped down on the bed. Well, not really that sad... I told myself over and over how wonderful it is to be busy.
I am always cobbling something together somewhere to stretch and maximize an efficient budget or to make something actually work which is failing. Now if I could just patch up this body.
It's hard to slow down and realize that naps are healing. Rocking in the rocking chair is very restorative. It's a good motion that helps kick in a good feeling. I often meditate while rocking making pain go away naturally. It's not easy, but with enough focus, I can make it work.
The hard part is not feeling guilty as work piles up around me.
It looks like I am going to be living in this old rig a lot longer than imagined and ditto for living in the old motorhome. Pretty soon it will be a classic. (Don't I wish...)
Nothing beats that paid for smell.
Hmm... not sure any of this makes any sense.
My New Year hope is to get my groove grooving.
Many days I wake up pretending everything is just fine and perfect. It seems to set the tone that if I plaster a smile on m face, toil away at alternatives for my body and mind plus plenty of busy work to remind me life is long, death is short.
Eventually I actually accomplish a few things to completion. Some things that overwhelmed me have created some problems and I try to find ways to solve them and the ones that seem insurmountable, well I just have to be more methodical and when things goes wrong...
Well I am rambling along here, proud to be tired.
Grab life and GO!