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Still kicking…

I survived the move. More or less. I’m staying with friends for a bit while I find something I can live with for a long time to come. It works. I still haven’t stopped sneezing. Decided to go for full-blown bronchitis. But I’m heavily medicated so we should be right as rain soon. Now that the move is over (for now), I’m trying to get back into my writing. I made sure not to pack all mytough writing gear into the storage unit. I have been making notes on a new alien story. I don’t usually write aliens but I can’t get this idea out of my head. I’ve let it stew long enough that it’s about ready for a full outline and some serious writing. It’s funny and has a point and I am liking this idea a lot. Now I just need to stop coughing…

Spring Cleaning

Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re saying. Isn’t it a little early for that? To give you a quick answer, No! I’ve decided not to buy the little house I’ve been staying in. It’s not so little and a bitch to keep warm and tons of stuff need fixed or freshened up. I’m just not that in love with the house.

That means I’m packing again. But it’s not just packing up all the stuff I have. I’m cleaning out, too. I’m asking myself if I really need all those empty binders and notebooks. Do I really need to keep the two dozen magazines I’ve not looked at in over a year? Do I need two dozen pairs of shoes when I only have about four pairs I wear regularly? How much stuff am I holding on to simply because I remember growing up without a lot of stuff? Cleaning-a-Window

Don’t get me wrong. My brother and I had everything we truly needed as kids. But we didn’t get a lot of the stuff we wanted because it wasn’t possible. So I’m cleaning out boxes and drawers and notebooks. I’m packing up the stuff I will use and need. I am not packing the other stuff. The fluff and detritus of 43 years. I’m trimming the fat, so to speak. And once I stop sneezing from all the dust, it’s going to feel really good.

Help yourself

No, I’m not talking about getting seconds at dinner. I’m talking about learning how to live better, healthier lives. I had a conversation recently with a friend who said she wished she realized sooner how much bad she was doing to her body with the food choices she made. Now she’s making a lot of changes to correct a health issue. She lives with extended family and is being met with a good bit of resistance. I’ve experienced the same thing. It’s not easy.

During our conversation, I said “It’s sad that we wait until we’re sick to take care of ourselves.” And this is very true. We grow up and do whatever we want as far as how we eat, whether we exercise, being proactive with our health. The United States is often touted as the fattest country on the planet. While we try to prevent body-image issues, we still have a tendency to put shame and blame on people who are not perfectly healthy. And the truth is that we don’t eat right, don’t exercise enough, eat and drink things that are bad for us, allow our government to go along unchecked with what they do to our food production and we take no responsibility for our own health.

Let me say it again: we do no take responsibility for our own health! Not until we get sick and realize what we’ve been doing to ourselves. We learn how to choose foods and how to treat our bodies by what we see our parents and the people around us doing. We all need to set better examples for the children around us. The adults, too. How can we expect our kids to eat right and stay healthy when we don’t show them that it’s an option?

Exploring healthy lifestyle choices is just as important as exploring career choices. Do something good for yourself. When you do, others see it and want to do good for themselves. It pays itself forward. There are two quotes that are fitting for this topic. The first is from the Bible: Physician, heal thyself. The other is from Greek philosopher Socrates: know thyself.

You cannot heal yourself if you don’t know what your body is doing. Know what you do to your body, know what your body can handle and do everything you can to make yourself the best possible version of yourself. Help yourself.

Are You Chewy?

What is your consistency?  Dry sense of humor, raw and blunt, crisp like a fresh carrot, or stringy like celery, tough like a leathery piece of steak?  The possibilities with this metaphor are only limited by your vocabulary. 

I like to think of myself as kinda saucy, a little sugar, a little spice, with a consistent flavor that’s all my own.  I’m the same online as I am in person.  Sassy and a flirt, a quick sense of humor that runs to the naughty side.  Honesty adds to my consistency, though it sometimes can be overwhelming if you’re not used to it.

Behaviors can be consistent, even a habit, but not all of them are tasty.  Keeping secrets can be bad for the digestion, causing a reflux of bad karma.  Holding stuff in makes you sick if you don’t deal with it openly and honestly.  You have to remember to take out the trash before it overtakes you.

Lately I’ve been struggling with consistent behaviors of my own.  I’m getting to the gym, just not as often as I’d like.  It takes at least 30 days to build a good habit and sustain it.  That’s not a diet.  That’s a lifestyle change, consistent and long-lasting.  You have to trust yourself, know deep down that you are capable of maintaining that change.

There’s a lot to be said for trying new flavors, expanding your culinary bubble.  And we all have different tastes.  But the underlying tone should remain consistent.  Be true to yourself, love yourself, know when to forgive yourself.  It makes the bitter parts of life easier to swallow.  Then the good stuff, the juicy sweet center, will be easy as pie.