Today I wore these black flippy flops. Both the flip and the flop have cut out circles in the bottom of them- part of the design. I was flip floppin’ along when next thing I know, I’m only flippin’. My flop had been captured by a metal screw that was sticking out of the ground. I didn’t notice it nor did I really feel it. It was kind of neat.
Er, now I go back to counting twinkly stars and writing things slow.
“Keep it up” is what bosses, coaches, friends and family will say.
Soft, fuzzy and interesting. It’s like they’ve got an invisible standard wall and I’m sitting on it with my red shoelaces dangling and myself just enjoying the great big sun, the clouds and the sky that we all can’t keep up; instead, just live under.
The time told me I had little left
so I hopped on a bus and let it take me where I ended up.
I didn’t do much there, just painted my nails and such.
I feasted on freedom
and downed optimism so quick I hiccuped for an hour after.
I didn’t worry about anything and it was easy and calm and hopeful.
So when I arrived back, the planet in my heart had more land of bright
and it affected the rest of my imagination space
and as long as time is,
I’ll always have that.
Even when I can’t remember where I put it.
I come home from a day of post idea after post ideas that continued to litter my brain floor throughout the hours of the sunlight and when I sit down to write with tea, pyjamas and cozy wrapped around, I cannot find them. They are gone. As if a swifter or one of those automatic alien vacuumn machines buzzed around and sucked them up.
What’s that all about Braino!?
So this brings me to my months completion of exercise.
I didn’t do anything for Day 28 or 30 but the 29th I logged in a 30 minute danceable, situps from a tree dealio.
I’m not surprised that there aren’t any huge noticable differences in physical size. I can guess that my arms and legs are the most strongest and my stomach is a lot less smaller than it would be if I hadn’t done this at all.
I did notice however that on my calender, the days I didn’t exercise ( I coloured in the days that I did ) made a dog shaped animal. I also noticed that if I missed a day, I tended to add that in on a post where I did. As if that would make me feel better for not doing it.
‘ I didn’t run yesterday BUT i DID on this day..’ Oh silly.
I didn’t push myself to the dreading and getting it done stage. I don’t think that’s how exercising should be done. I went gentle on myself. I went at my pace and missed a few days and didn’t go all bat nutty on myself if I did.
The mental state is the good of it. I just feel a little stronger, both mentally and physically, and that’s kinda cool.
Here’s to starting May out with a goal of situps every now and then. 😉
I may have missed Day 11 and Day 12, but today- Day 13- Wowza manowza. One hour and 13 minutes I was out there. Dancing my heart out in the warmth. A tank top on. I repeat: a tanktop. Pretty dang wonderful. The warmth certainly gave me the boost and knowing that I had missed two days of movement. Gosh. Ima’ gonna sleep good tonight. That music just hit me in the boost of a spot.
It’s okay when you turn the washing machine and walk away without putting soap in it. It’s okay to brush your teeth without toothpaste on your brush. It’s okay to put salt in your coffee or BBQ sauce in your cup of juice.
It’s okay because forgetting these essentials, gives you a chance to realize that hey, you’ve got a brain and it works and some people, some people have to make choices in it, to remember to do those actions. Those everyday, thoughtless actions.
You have your brain of health, you can walk and stand and pour and sip and you can do and think and string along words that are logical and practical and you are a human being that knows some pretty cool everyday shit.