Thursday, August 14, 2008
Well, some days we just make it harder on ourselves...
First of all a disclaimer, I know even as I write this that it is so filled with NOTHING to complain about in comparison to what goes on in the rest of the world and even in the lives of many of my friends and family, compared to losing one's health, one's partner, one's occupation, etc.......keep reading - it's nothing but poor me:(
As I was writing yesterday's pollyanna expose of life and art:), my mind did flick back to day before yesterday. The day was as beautiful as the many I've experienced this summer, with the sun and breeze present, the flowers beautiful, etc. but the whole day seemed to surround me with Mother Nature saying - "Forget it, you're old!" and me thinking, "Wait a minute, where did this come from?!"
Early a.m. at yoga - why was my body unwilling to BEND? Well, yes, it was bending but not to my expected approval rating, and why was I SO tired when the lesson was over?
Mid-morning at the hairdresser - (now that's a burden isn't it? Grump!) - just a little cut and shape, not too much, etc. What were we thinking - I don't think I like this "do" at all! .....believe me, I have a wonderful hairdresser and this feeling will be over in 24 hours, but why do I have it now? Maybe the reflection in the mirror was not as perky and "young" as I wanted the haircut to render?
Mid-afternoon - well, these pants MUST have shrunk - I mean is it possible that 5 ugly pounds I lost this past month have now FOUND ME again?!
Late-afternoon - forget it, I'm not going to afternoon stability ball class. I'm a mess and tired and irritable - so there!
Dinner prep - oh, my goodness - why did I think stringing those pieces of zucchini and mushrooms on skewers would make them taste any better than they should - no real time for marinade or spicing. Yuk! At least the chicken was good enough to warrant left overs for sandwiches the next day!
Evening - my husband's reply as I moaned through the litany of the day....."You didn't have a very good day today, did you?" He is very diplomatic at times - he wouldn't have dared try to talk me out of all the moaning and groaning I had conjured up!
So where in the world do those days come from? Why do we sometimes feel downright possessed? Well, it happens but I do my best to not let these absolutely non-important declarations cross my lips other than very occasionally. As I complete this writing, I must remember Lucy's fabulous post this week to ALL of us powerful women:)!
Thanks for listening!!