I don't ever want to go to the gym... I could come up with a hundred or 3 million reasons that I have other more important things to do. But I go ..not as often as I should which is silly because I am ALWAYS glad I went. Because showing up is the deal. Getting there, ready or not and doing the stuff that I am avoiding. Starting is always harder than it should be but when I'm done, I feel like I own the world. The whole thing, all of it is mine. At least at that moment..
I think this may apply to a whole lot of life things. Creating reasons why I can't or don't want to do it today. I know I could write a book about how to not do stuff. But as always, good things happen when I actually do show up.. when I make space and time for the things I know I will love and want once I'm in the middle of it. That's sort of where I am with life right now, wanting to be and do more but still avoiding the showing up and just being present. Participating in the good life moments by just being there....
Yesterday I showed up big time. I made stuff, I wrote here, I took pictures of the stuff I made, listed them in my online shop, sent the links and pictures to social media pages and dropped an order off at the post office to ship out. It was a good productive day, nothing outstanding but it was the kind of day I am here for.
This morning I wanted to eat cinnamon raisin toast and sleep in til 10. Instead I got up, had a healthy breakfast and headed to the gym. You see when I'm stuck in my worries, I self medicate with naps and carbs. Today I didn't do that. I met a friend for a good workout and rewarded myself with an amazing salad. Came home, cleaned the kitchen well and got to work in my sewing space looking out at the trees. It wasn't big or fancy, just doing the things to take me where I want to go.. One day at a time, having a plan and purpose and being present. Showing up for myself; showing up for life... It's self care, it's a daily practice and effort but so much more fulfilling and effective than naps and toast.
Til tomorrow.
Love Wildly
Barbara
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