You know when you kinda don’t wanna do something, but you know it’ll be good for you?
(A huh, like EVERY DAY).
I had already done a workout this afternoon, but baby girl had been cooped up inside all day and was looking really flat.
“Come on, let’s go outside, we’ll take the bike up and down the street.”
Sometimes the timing is just, perfect. Our neighbours came home, and they too decided to take their bikes around the block…
But the young girl of the lot who adores baby girl, she stayed with us. 💖
It was so cute. I accidentally became her chaperone too, watching as this little body expertly weaved the tiny bike with her small legs, while at the same time careening around wildly like a chook with no head. 🤣
A small bike ride up and down the street turned into a whole damn adventure with the neighbour.
It took way longer than expected, dinner was delayed… but remember what I said about routine,and keeping up with all the to-dos?
Two quotes come to mind about what I did earlier in the day.
The first is the classic usually attributed to Albert Einstein.
“Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”
The next is a section of a poem by Robert Frost, and I really encourage you to look it up because it is a beautiful one. But it’s the end section, which goes like this:
“Two roadsdiverged in a wood, and I –
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
Their similarities lie in doing the ‘other,’ in not doing the expected or same thing, and taking a risk I guess in whatever it is you feel bound to choose between.
Very simply, I took a walk with baby girl this morning. It was late morning, close to lunch, but we wandered to our little local cafe, got a cappuccino and babycino, she got a cookie, and instead of the normal, ‘straight’ route home…
I asked “do you wanna walk a different way home?”
It was twisty, it was turny… I had to check the maps on my phone just to see that we would in fact still end up on our street eventually!
But we saw different houses, encountered different birds, and amazingly, even bumped into baby girl’s school teacher who was walking her dog!
It was honestly, a breath of fresh air, and all it took was going the other way.
I guess at this time of frustration and same-old-same-old routine, we can’t expect to feel any different if we are always doing the same things, and following the same paths?
Change it up a little. Even if all that means is, another way home. 💖
It’s only day 4, and I hate to even talk about this, because I feel like I might jinx myself… but hopefully this time is different.
Day 4 of my dedication to movement, and I’ve been going strong.
2 days of working out, and 2 days of yoga-type work.
I follow the Rachael Finch program Body By Finch, so there are different types of workouts designed for whatever you want to do… the more intense workouts, the mini blast ones, the strong yoga, the gentle yoga, stretching, even meditation, and dance!
It’s amazing how once you start to incorporate something new into your life, how you make the time to make it work. Finding a spare half hour, here, there… what would I have been doing before? Mindless scrolling or flicking through magazines, tidying something, and probably just talking, really. 🤣
And it’s easy to not do it, and I’ve had my fair share of health stuff, which makes doing anything a battle really, let alone an exercise routine, which is why I’ve started slowly and been super sporadic for all of these months.
I know I won’t do anything tomorrow, because Saturday, weekend. 💖 But still, I am proud of this little win.
This small step forward, that has led to another, and another, and another step…
Steps that make me incredibly sore, my face hot, and breathing ragged! But nonetheless, satisfied. 😊
Life has been so busy lately. So busy, that we’ve forgotten a lot of who we are.
May has come around too fast. And another Monday, come and gone.
It was only last week when I went “damn. That came fast.”
Our ‘special’ day.
Not having the time to celebrate when you’re ‘meant to’ does not mean jack.
Take the commercial days, of Valentine’s Day, hell even throw in Mother’s Day and Father’s Day.
They’re all the same.
We’re told as a society that we have to do something, we must do something to celebrate it, show off for social media, friends and family…
It is lovely to celebrate, appreciate loved ones in our life, and I’m not saying that I don’t do it, personally…
But you should celebrate your special people, ALL THE DAYS of your life. Not just when the catalogues and ads tell you too.
Same as for other days.
Days like, an anniversary. 💖💖
Our anniversary fell on a Monday this year. Work, school, swimming, groceries, phone calls, emails, basketball game, routine routine routine… it was all too much. It was a fairly uneventful day, and that’s ok, because we share our love for each other on other days, in other ways, and it doesn’t really matter if it’s not on this EXACT day.
I’m not trying to convince myself, honest. 😂 In fact, we are going out tomorrow night, and going away for a couple of nights soon too.
Let there be love on all the days. Let there be hugs, kisses, displays of affection, cards and presents, snuggles and all kinds of lovey-dovey things, on all the days.
Not just when it is deemed special, by society, by milestone, or by date.
I had a really lovely night… sans Hubbie. He was out playing basketball.
Baby girl and I had dinner together, then we sat on the couch and she read school books to me.
Then we watched Masterchef, and we never watch Masterchef. 😂
Hubbie came home, and then eventually we sat on the couch as a family, to do one special thing together, something small to highlight our ‘special’ day…
We looked through our official photos. 😍
Baby girl and I put on the special photo gloves, and she helped me leaf through the pages, as we all reminisced, and she learnt and discovered.
And I couldn’t have thought of a better way to end the night.
I’ve happily settled into a regular exercise routine.
It’s something I’ve been trying to do for a while, and yet things have kept popping up, life stuff, health stuff, that have made me put a big brake on it all.
I decided a couple of weeks ago that I couldn’t wait anymore. I wouldn’t let anything stop me. I was going to keep going, keep moving, and in doing so, move myself physically.
It doesn’t really matter what the motivation is behind my new routine. I’m not only feeling better physically, but mentally, it is really doing WONDERS.
I used to question how people could do exercise at the start of the day… didn’t it leave them spent? Tired? Unable to do anything else for the rest of the day?
But I get it now. Once you get past the initial huff and puff of the workout, the energy coursing through you becomes contagious. Addictive.
All that blood, flowing.
It awakens your senses.
You’re not even that cold – it’s like it sets you up for the day, because you’ve worked your muscles, and now you’re reaping the benefits of strength, of warmth.
There is a spring in your step.
You become motivated to get stuff done.
You motivate others, to get stuff done.
The other day when I was doing a really hard rep in my home workout, that involved a plank-type position where I had to lower my arms, and then lift myself up again… well I managed to do like 4-5, barely, before I pretty much collapsed on the yoga mat.
I took a deep breath and pushed myself up, trying to do as much as I could in the time allocated.
I had looked up, and through the window saw baby girl. She was outside, watching me. She had watched me fall.
I nodded, disgruntled, in her direction, and before I looked away to keep going, she smiled and gave me a thumbs up.
No. I was wrong. She hadn’t watched me fall.
She had watched me get back up.
And it really hit home when days later, she searched for my exercise routine on youtube.
I said “honey, those exercises are for adults! You run enough at school, don’t hurt yourself.”
And she said –
“But Mummy, I want to be strong like you.”
Oh. My heart. 💖💖💖💖
I’ve held those words so close to me. They have given me strength, hope, and courage to keep going, no matter what life throws at me.
Children model their parents’ words, their parents’ actions… their whole way of being.
It’s amazing that as I choose to do something really good for myself, I also choose it for my beautiful daughter.
I don’t know about you, but I’m really looking forward to this Friday.
The last day of school for the year.
And that might be a bit of a weird sentiment, since a lot of the school year has been at home.
But think about it. Now that things are heading back to more and more of a ‘normal,’ all the things that we put off for months and months, jobs and renovations and appointments and important life decisions, all of it was held back by big sand bags…
And now those bags have been removed and everything is rushing forward at full force like water bursting rapidly out of a dam. 🌊🌊🌊
It’s been great to have our freedom back. Amazing.
Having everything start again so rapidly, has been however, EXHAUSTING.
And, it’s Christmas-time.
A time of year where I’m usually so happy and bursting with festive cheer, I’m sorry to say, I’m lacking slightly in the jolly department this time around.
Being the end of the school year, and then the end of all other school stuff, appointments, dates… OMG, I can’t wait.