Wednesday, but don’t look for wisdom.

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Not only can I not do that, but I can’t even totally figure out how it’s being done. Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

Sometimes we expect things to be difficult. Some things intrinsically are; editing a book, for an example that is not at all relevant to me in anyway and is entirely hypothetical and stop interrogating me.

And sometimes we expect them to be difficult and they aren’t, like that phone call you’ve been putting off expecting it to take hours, but it’s done in minutes. That’s always fun.

But.

Then there are the things we expect to be easy. And they’re not.

That’s frustrating.

This morning I had that in the form of my workout. I saw the instructor and thought, OK, this shouldn’t be too bad, it will be yoga-ish. Ah, wrong.

It was hard. So hard. Much harder than I expected.

And while I was doing it, I was mad that it was hard. Because for some reason that defies logic, I’d decided it shouldn’t be. Which made it harder.

Workouts are as much a mental challenge as a physical one. Pretty much everything we do in life requires us to get our brains on board, and when we fight it, it just becomes all the more challenging.

Should we assume everything is hard? Should we reserve judgment?

I have no idea. All I know is that my expectations colored my experience. What if I’d gone into the workout expecting it to be at least as challenging as the prior two days?

I guess I’ll never know.

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Wednesday Wisdom, but not so wise.

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Right now, it feels as though the entire universe is reflected in a pane of glass held at angle, so everything is distorted and out of place. I’m having a hard time believing reality is reality.

Don’t worry, it’s not a mental break or anything; I can safely say in this case, the fault lies with reality itself. Things are weird.

And not my kind of weird, either.

I’m resisting throwing a freight train metaphor in here too, because the whole universe in glass and the train are a bit much and then you think broken glass and the whole thing gets messy.

But I have to say that it’s one of those days where it feels like the very fabric of time and space may be torn open, (shattered? perhaps I should have gone train after all) and “one of those days” makes it sound like they happen a lot. And they don’t.

Blogging seems a little trivial.

It’s as though the very first alien spaceship could land right now, and here I’d be, typing a blog post. Aliens could be fun.

Or very, very not.

Also it’s probably not aliens.

Whatever it is, I hope it’s the thing that gets us back to our real timeline, because this one is not great. We can’t even mock it anymore, it’s gotten too out of control, too depressing.

I hope we can count on the aliens.

Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

Peruse Montraps Publishing.