Tomorrow is the anniversary of my son’s birth. I lost him in 1988. That’s quite a long time ago, but on his birthday and the date he died, the grief gives me an extra punch.
He isn’t the only loved one I have lost. I have learned by all of those losses, that I can live with grief, but not let it rule me. I fill my life in a moderate manner, because that’s better than beating myself up with grief-stricken thoughts. I walk a mile every day, starting at Starbucks for coffee and a snack. It’s a great way to start your day. I read voraciously, and I have written four books. And I look for ways to smile and laugh.
The majority of us have ruts because they help keep life from being demanding, uncertain, and/or downright scary.
What’s wrong with having the same routine every morning? If I didn’t get out of bed, brush my teeth, put on makeup, comb my hair, choose what I will wear, drive to the mall, have coffee “and” at Starbucks, I would still be home in my bathrobe, feeling and looking like a slug, instead of walking a mile each morning at the mall.
I love my particular rut. What’s yours?
Many women are aware that men and women are not alike,
yet they expect men to think the way we do. Well, they can’t.
Their brain is literally formed differently than ours. Our brains
can bounce back and forth from the left to the right and back
again. Theirs function mainly in the left brain. So give the
poor guy a break. He isn’t trying to frustrate you.
Want to be healthy? Walking is the easiest way to exercise both physically and emotionally. Have a problem bugging you? Clear your mind with a walk. You might be surprised at how many creative ideas occur when you are walking.
Try just half hour per day. Even walking just three days a week will be beneficial. How do I know? I’ve been walking for 23 years. My doctor believes that is why I am still alive and functioning at the age of ninety.
So come on, start taking care of yourself by walking.
“This too will pass” was my mother’s pet saying whenever things weren’t going well for her. It seemed to help her get through many of the down times in her life.
A dear friend of mine compared her life to a teeter-totter. She said it didn’t matter which side of the teeter-totter she sat on, because if it went down, it would inevitably go up. And she also said that when she had tried to control it, that was when she learned that she didn’t have the power, so she accepted it as it was. A pretty good metaphor for life, I’d say.
But my grandmother’s words are still the ones that help keep me on track, “Pull up your socks and get on with it.”
Human nature is fascinating. We are such complex characters. We can sometimes be our own worst enemies; yet there are other times when we actually nurture the best in ourselves. But who among us can be consistent in this? Too often, we get discouraged and give up trying to find the balance we seek.
Perhaps the real balance is the ability to accept ourselves as we are. That sounds easy doesn’t it?
Unfortunately, it isn’t. Maybe we shouldn’t expect to be perfectly balanced. We are, after all, created the way we are.
Wise Old Carol