My mind nudges me. I must blog. ImustblogImustblogImustblog. It is therapeutic to me. Until I have problems loading the pictures, anyway. Friends and family have asked, “Are you still blogging? I haven’t seen one for a while.” A blogging-friend even took time to email me to check in, making sure I was okay. She made my heart smile.
My house yells at me. You must clean. You must clean. I can often shut it up by engrossing myself in a good book.
My body grimaces at me. You must exercise. No really. You must. You don’t have fat clothes in the next season’s choices. It is almost next season. Sometimes, that one can be quieted with really good chocolate or with the comfiest of yoga pants or pjs. The voice rises in pitch, tone and tenacity every morning while I am dressing for work. I am no longer ignoring it. Seriously. Wish me luck and much encouragement.
My Pig-farmer demands asks, “What’s for supper?” I say, “Supper? Oh, you mean you aren’t going to be traveling overnight on business tonight?” Dang it. I mean, “Oh, good! Is the popcorn I was planning on making for my supper good enough?” (Disappointment-filled pause … from both of us.) This voice doesn’t quiet easily. Throwing suggestions of yogurt or Lucky Charms at it doesn’t help. In fact, it starts to snarl at me. “Fine!” I say, “I will throw something together.”
Here’s an interesting fact. The pictures shown above in this blog post were taken only six days before I sat on my deck with a cup of coffee and took the following photo.
Spring (pre-Spring) is funny that way. May many beautiful days be on the way for you to enjoy!