a full time artist, stepmother, radio personality, and mom to an energetic Chug dog tries to get through the days without committing a felonious act. My life is a rickety Zen circus.
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a full time artist, stepmother, radio personality, and mom to an energetic Chug dog, tries to get through the days without committing a felonious act. My life is a rickety Zen circus.
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Saturday, October 04, 2014
Maybe it's the crispy night, or maybe the cuddly quilt tucked in around me, but either way I'm feeling content in a way I haven't for many years...feeling powerful and satisfied. Not "powerful " in a ready-for-a-fight way, or chip on the shoulder way. More like an I Can Do This way. Over the summer, I've learned some amazing lessons, and made friends with the monsters under my bed. We have a healthy respect for one another - I allow them to stay as working guests...not as the Big Bads roaming as they please. They will remain to kindly tap my shoulder when there is something I need to perhaps take a closer look at. They will not be allowed to screech and grawk and enclose me in fear. They have been reduced to cuddly little gremlins. I have re-learned, these past few months, that I Am Able. That I may not know how to do something, but am damn skippy able to figure it out/ask for help/find someone to do it. I most enjoy doing it myself. I'm feeling a Pioneer spirit, and am impatient to get rolling with it. I feel like I've been asleep for a very long while, and am re-learning myself. One thing I'm adding to my Tiny Steps is this...because it has to be...I am adding a weight loss goal. When I realized I was spending $450/month on smoking, I knew it was time to quit. So I did. And promptly gained 60 pounds. Yes. So my weight loss goal is not a vanity thing. I simply cannot move about in this world as I would like. I actually feel less healthy as a non-smoker because of this. Smoking changes your metabolism. So, yes, quitting was good, but now it's time to change the after effects. I want to be able to snowshoe and xc ski and simply walk a flight of stairs properly. I want to see outwardly what I feel inwardly. So the walking plan will begin again. To start. It has been a night of reflecting back, feeling satisfied and wonderful with all that's been accomplished, and planning for forward movement, one Tiny Step at a time.
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