Let the wild rumpus begin! Isn't that a great opening line for anything? Thank you so much to the late Maurice Sendak for those wonderful words!
Indeed March will be a time of wild rumpusness! It is a word, because I just typed it! :) This is the month that I begin on the road to physical fitness. Oh the journey continues!
In January I decided that in order to be the new me, I had to change. I had to change my way of thinking. I had to learn to let go and move forward. Like I tell my girls, onward and upward! I know that I can't be the best me I want to be if I am stuck in the same old patterns. So off I went.
I signed up for two 5k races in May. One of them is a run memorializing a young lady from my hometown who was tragically killed by a drunk driver just up the road from my house. If you feel inclined and are near Independence come join the LBRun at Blue River Community College Campus. The other is sponsored by the city of Independence and it is the at Waterfall Park-isn't that a beautiful name, anyway I digress.
So for March, and in the hope that spring will show up eventually, I am beginning to the physical training part of the new me! My eventual goal isn't to be a size zero---it is to be feel fabulous after I walk up two flights of stairs instead of feeling like I want to take a nap!
I am growing my wings---I will soar eventually! Wish me luck! Any of you physically more fit friends have any advice? Let me know! I am such a beginner at this fitness stuff!
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Friday, February 15, 2013
I have been officially back in school since June 2011. I have earned more gray hairs, more wrinkles and more knowledge than ever! Right now I am struggling, like I have ever semester since I started, with the tug between perfection and progression.
You see, I have made straight A's in my endeavors thus far and that is something that I am extremely proud of. Sometimes though I feel I put too much pressure on myself, and in turn of transference, on those around me, to be perfect. I have been really thinking about my drive for perfection and where it originates from.
There is a drive in me to prove to myself that I am good enough. Good enough to be a mom, a student, a wife, a person. I feel a need to show all of those mean people of my younger days and those mean people of my present days that I am a great person.
Why do I feel this drive? I think it is because I care. I care about mean people gaining so much from this world, while nice people tend to get trampled and walked upon. I care about mean people feeling they have a right to make others feel bad to make themselves feel better, not caring whom they have hurt. I care about mean people making this world a hurtful place. My conclusion? I need to quit caring.
Not really. However, I do need to change what I care about. I can longer give an ounce of care to those people who feel a need to be snippy, allow people to hurt others, walk on other people's feelings and to laugh and smile at others pains.
My focus needs to be on caring about those people who smile when they walk by you, even if they don't know you. I need to care about those people who will lend you a quarter at the vending machine when they see you rifling through your change to find one. I need to care about people who will ask you if you are okay when they see the light isn't there in your eyes.
I need to care for those who care.
There is a drive in me to prove to myself that I am good enough. Good enough to be a mom, a student, a wife, a person. I feel a need to show all of those mean people of my younger days and those mean people of my present days that I am a great person.
Why do I feel this drive? I think it is because I care. I care about mean people gaining so much from this world, while nice people tend to get trampled and walked upon. I care about mean people feeling they have a right to make others feel bad to make themselves feel better, not caring whom they have hurt. I care about mean people making this world a hurtful place. My conclusion? I need to quit caring.
Not really. However, I do need to change what I care about. I can longer give an ounce of care to those people who feel a need to be snippy, allow people to hurt others, walk on other people's feelings and to laugh and smile at others pains.
My focus needs to be on caring about those people who smile when they walk by you, even if they don't know you. I need to care about those people who will lend you a quarter at the vending machine when they see you rifling through your change to find one. I need to care about people who will ask you if you are okay when they see the light isn't there in your eyes.
I need to care for those who care.
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