Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Making your way in the world today...

Takes everything you've got!
Really.

I started to post my latest workout pics this morning with a question--do you love to work out or is it a chore?




And I was going to tell you all about how I used to think it was a chore. Get dressed, drive to the gym, hope an elliptical was open, get on said elliptical for 35 minutes. Snooozeee.
Pretend to stretch as I scoped out the weight machines and dumbbells to see if there was anyone intimidating out there. Pretend to stretch some more. Go grab some random dumbbells. Do some things with them. Leave. Yawwwwwnnnn.

I was all excited to tell you how there's a much better way. And you can join me NOW to start getting results....ready to hit "POST" when a CNN news update flashed across my phone.

"The ridiculous reason Congress won't even debate gun laws"
"Dr. Sanjay Gupta's dire warning on Puerto Rico"

So many people suffering. And here I am playing with a medicine ball in my yard.
I am vapid.
I am self-absorbed.
I am vain.
This is useless.
Insipid.
Shallow.
Who cares?
Why am I doing this when so much hurting is going on in the world?
How can I just sit here in the sunshine when others' needs are so great?


But then, the angel on my other shoulder reminded me that the mean girl whispering those things in my ear is a b*tch. And she doesn't know what she's talking about.

Grant me the courage to change the things that I can.

I serve others best when I come from a position of strength.
I am strongest when my head is screwed on right and I'm taking care of myself.
It starts with me. And you. Each of us individually.

I've got to put on my own oxygen mask first.
And that's what I focus on.

How I can be strong when things are rough. How I can be a role model to my kids. How I can continue to work my businesses to earn income so that I can donate. How I can fill my own soul up with so much goodness that it pours out of me and maybe, just maybe, hits the right person at the right time.


It's not vapid or shallow or vain to take care of yourself. It's self-absorbed NOT to--when you just cave in and hide on that couch with that glass of wine like I used to do.

I can't control natural disasters. I can't control whether a mentally ill person harms someone else or goes to get treatment instead. I can't control whether our lawmakers will choose to seek justice or line their pocketbooks. I can't control who choses to educate themselves on the topics that matter in the world. I can't control much except ME.

I choose to take care of myself--body, mind, and spirit. I choose to share that with others and encourage them to do the same. I choose hope. And sunshine. And love.






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