I’m in the midst of a grumpy Monday, and by that I mean Monday is grumpy. Not me. Aside from picking up a cough, apparently, I’m peachy.
No, it’s Monday who’s lashing out, with Twitter typos and messing up my coffee. I have a single-cup coffee maker that uses a cone filter, not a pod, and I started the coffee this morning without a cup underneath.
OK, well, that one might have been me.
But Monday made me do it. Somehow.
It’s gray again, a hint of fog but this one looks warmer than the last, if such a thing is possible. Sparse snow lies uneasily in streaks over grass that is oddly more green than brown.
I suppose we all adapt.
And adapt we must. I hope you dodge its grumpiness and have a marvelous Monday.
So here we are, back to Friday. It’s thickly foggy outside, to the point that I can’t verify there actually is an outside, and though I’ve had my coffee, it certainly doesn’t feel like it.
A second cup of coffee isn’t entirely outside the realm of possibility.
Maybe a third.
It’s been a long, loud week, one of deep, lasting societal disappointment as we watched Republicans do exactly what we knew they would do, and yet it was still surprising to see. And then they complained about plain statements describing exactly what they were doing. They want to do it, they just don’t want to take the responsibility for it.
So on we go to the weekend, and possibly into democracy’s oblivion.
Who’s to say.
What I do know is I have a list of things that need doing, and then I’m going to crochet my way to zen. If at all humanly possible.
Right now, life feels like a narrow, narrow band with screaming banshees all around, shapeless, formless noise, like something out of an old Loony Tunes cartoon. So much information, and reality questioned at every turn, treated as though it’s merely optional.
It’s pretty easy to get carried up, up and away, but we need to stay grounded.
My best bet? Just taking a few minutes to force myself to be in the moment. Really examine something in your environment. Really listen to the sounds around you. Breathe.
All of this stuff is going to happen with or without us. While we can do our part to make sure things turn out OK, there is so much beyond our part that is out of our control. And that’s fine.
Life continues, even in the chaos, and it’s not wrong to keep that going too. Be aware, keep up to date, but make sure you ask your leaders to do their part for you. That’s why they’re there.
So you may have made a fitness goal to usher in this impossible-sounding year, 2020. Or you’ve been dabbling in fitness for a while. Or you’re a regular exerciser.
No matter where you are with fitness, the days–or the weeks, because sometimes it’s weeks–will come when you just don’t wanna. At all.
Maybe that exercise glow isn’t as strong. Maybe you’re achy. Or maybe your couch/bed is calling.
Only you know whether it’s a can’t or don’t wanna situation.
Pushing through those don’t wannas, even if you whine the whole time you’re doing it, gives you a special sense of accomplishment. Pushing through those don’t wannas, knowing there are times they will beckon far more loudly than the “you can do its” makes you feel like you’ve climbed a mountain, even if your workout is climbing mountains.
Then it’s like climbing two mountains.
Sometimes I think of exercise as medicine it takes 30 minutes to ingest. And I always, always, always feel better afterward.
Even if I don’t wanna.
Especially if I don’t wanna.
And this is after a week of don’t wanna. And here’s the thing about that: eventually you turn the corner and wanna. And you’ve stuck with it.
And that’s pretty cool.
Anyway, have a great Wednesday. Maybe get in a workout, if you’re able.
Usually, when you hear the word “wintering” you think of people flitting off to somewhere warm, usually Florida, to wait out the frigid months somewhere cold, like Chicago.
Well, I’m not doing that.
No, I’m wintering in winter. It was slow this year but it did arrive, snowy, windy baggage in hand, and here I am, looking out at a landscape that is a stark arrangement of whites to grays to blacks. Not a speck of color to be seen.
This weekend I cozied it up as best I could, as it was chilly inside and out. I baked and crocheted and I don’t know who this person is but she can keep me warm and full of sugary goodness so I’d count that as a win.
And now that we’re firmly into January, my mind turns to those writing projects so very neglected. Editing, my friends.
So much editing.
That will be my Monday, and I hope your Monday is as glorious as any Monday has a right to be.