Just a little reminder that You Are Never Alone.
No matter what you have going on, good or bad there is someone to share it with.
Somebody has felt what you feel and dealt with what you’re dealing with and they’ve done it successfully. It takes courage to ask for help but you can do it knowing that You Are Never Alone.
Hey there everybody!
Mondays set the tone.
Make it happen.
Move the needle.
Mix it up.
Meld the flavors.
Move, making motion more malleable.
Make a snow angel! I dare you to do it naked. Not to be naughty but to push your comfort zone beyond cool-easy-breezy. Do it in the dark so your neighbors don’t have to have their comfort zones invaded. Suggestion - have a towel or robe ready. Your preparation start to finish even in the frivolous fun stuff is important.
Mind over matter as the thought of snow and skin seems too harsh to handle. Don’t run. Careful not to slip into angel mode. Find your sweet spot and let your angelic appendages wistfully wipe away your fear. You will be smiling, if not before, or during, after but likely before, during and after. Let the snow know who’s in charge.
“Get up that hill!” I yelled aloud yesterday on my evening run. The hill was in my way. I put it there, having decided to take a right rather than the usual left. Staring up the slope as I approached the first thought was, “just walk it,” which is a worthy thought tackling this thing in the middle of my run. Would I have enough energy to finish strong and make it home if I kept my pace?
I yelled, “Get up that hill!” and picked up the pace. First thing to note is that there were other, unbeknownst, hills to follow. I repeated the mantra and picked up my pace at the bottom of each. We all face those hills on a daily basis. The ones we stare at and turn back from. The ones we meander up at odd angles. The ones we all out avoid with diligent research and the help of “yes men” who allow us to stew in the false sense that the journey is not worth the risks.
Get up that hill. Pick up your pace. Get to the top and move on to the next one. Whether it be while running, working, in a friendship, relationship or a project, a dream – the hills are alive with the sound of accomplishment every time you pick up the pace, get to the top and move on to the next one.
The hill was there because of me. My choices created that obstacle. That is the way I frame it because the only thing I am in charge of are my choices, how I act and react. A friend once said, “The only thing I have control of is, sometimes, my attitude.” Sometimes. My attitude when facing the hill of the day or the hour or the minute is all that matters. Positively pick up the pace or negatively kneel under its shadow.
Take action today. Small or large the feeling of accomplishment afterward is all downhill-smiling-wind-in-your-face from there…until the next hill.
Comedy Store trained, World-travelled, Cul-de-sac-living recovering comedian, husband and tinkerer of tools talking about time well spent!