Where did the year go?
Thursday, November 16, 2017
I know, it isn't over YET. But where did this year go? I aggravated over the political rape, stopped half of my walking and inched a pound up to another here and there.
Basta. That means 'enough' in some language. (Greek?) I return in a better place due to the constructive participation I attracted to my hiatus. Another words, I used the bad stuff to grow up and repair some of my thinking.
I won't go into the story that explains what I mean right now because
1. I will cut my fingernails shorter at the next manicure (so typing isn't so fractured with wrong keys);
2. I have my 10,000 steps for each day completed (or truly scheduled in accurately);
3. My next meal foods are decided upon (so there's less impulse compulsion).
I weigh 161.0 today and long for my return to 145.
I adore the brisk air of autumn and am grateful for many events and lessons I was privy to explore within these months of distress.
No one gets through life without navigating the valleys. And being named DALE, I have myself to move through. (A dale is a valley, for those who don't get the modest self- deprecating humor.)
Getting out of my own way is a PRIVILEGE. I am alive, I have much to be grateful for, and I have hope I can glean more good from here.
Honor the passionate tiger in you with grace and good humor (every now and then.)