Being home is wonderful, but you already know that. I never get tired of my house, sitting at my kitchen table with my favorite mug filled with coffee writing in the early morning hours. Such bliss. Years ago, I started this morning routine and it has served me well. I remember 'thinking' about starting a morning routine for a long time. I wonder why I hesitated?
Didn't summer start off with crazy heat and humidity? Yikes, I felt like I was wilting. Yesterday and today was picture perfect with sunny skies and cool breezes while sitting in the shade. I almost like this season.
While swinging on the back patio swing, I listened to the birds singing as I read a book. This reminds me of all my teen summers of endless book reading on the front porch swing with a glass of iced tea. Oh, my friends would get so frustrated with me because I would not budge unless I finished the book.
I cannot believe I will say this but I do love the gym. (really!) It's climate controlled and there is nothing like walking on a treadmill and reading a book. I feel all multitasking and physically fit. I can walk moderately fast before a mild nausea hits from too much multitasking. Since I'm not babysitting in the summer, I've been going on those mornings for a treadmill walk plus I have three training sessions during the week.
My sister has been urging me to join a gym and I've resisted. I wonder why I hesitated?
I get caught up in my own preconceived assumptions and my own predicted outcomes that I cannot imagine a different experience. Maybe this is me being stubborn. When the trainer said 'we' were going to do kickboxing to strengthen my hips, I was sure I would hate it. Funny to imagine, but I loved it. I really did.
The gym is leading me to be more open minded (sort of, let's not go completely crazy). I like that even though I'm in my fifties I'm discovering new experiences. I might even be in better shape now than when I was in my thirties.
In early December, I impulsively stopped my car to scoop up a near-dead kitten and rescued her. We gave her a forever home in our house with a miniature schnauzer who is know to have a high prey drive (chasing animals). For months, I have wondered if I did the right thing. Will they EVER get along.
Currently there is a truce.
Holly has her dog-free zones. She can escape whenever she wants. Frodo continues to chase her but the chases happen three times a week instead of four times a day. He is getting better.
Holly doesn't run away from us anymore. She patiently waits for our pettings and whisperings. She is getting braver.
I love when Frodo is sleeping under his ottoman and Holly sidles up and lays down three feet away. He stays where he is, she does the same.
My husband has wanted another dog and I've resisted for the past few years. Holly is almost like getting a puppy only in kitten form.
Have you resisted doing something that you later discovered that you loved it? I'm eager to hear all about it and be assured I'm not the only one who does this.