So........ I didn't factor in falling and spraining my right knee. Sprain. Not a tear. That was awful good news. So I'm sitting around, doing nothing. Nothing except boring myself silly. Playing Facebook games. Hoping it heals soon, hoping that part of the PT will be a stationary bike..... see, I'd gotten on mine and started. Started oh so slowly, trying to get myself to the point where it would help the weight.
Yeah, the weight.
OK. So one of my passions needs to be............ me. Taking care of me. More good stuff in, less bad stuff in. Good thoughts. Time to be physical. I need to make sure that me is closer to being in the top 10........... hey, I might even get to the point where I'm #1!
Monday, January 25, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Passions and Balls
Or balls and passions? I sort of want to talk about both. But first......
OK, so the Lancaster trip wasn't that horrible. It was nice to lay around, read, watch TV by candlelight - thanks again, Yankee Candle, for putting Autumn Lodge back out - and really have nothing to do. 24 hours isn't that long of a time.
Passions. What are my passions? I like lots of stuff, but what do I truly love? That's part of what I want to explore here over the coming months. Work out what they are and work though what it will take to pursue those passions. In my heart, I know that I need those passions to help me through the day to day drudgery and bull manure that I endure.
Balls. What happened to mine? Here of late, I've become meek. Quiet. I'd gone through a period of time where I was ready, anxious to try new experiences. Now, I want to crawl in a hole and wait for the world to pass. I need those balls back. And I need 'em now.
It's become apparent that here and now just isn't for me.
OK, so the Lancaster trip wasn't that horrible. It was nice to lay around, read, watch TV by candlelight - thanks again, Yankee Candle, for putting Autumn Lodge back out - and really have nothing to do. 24 hours isn't that long of a time.
Passions. What are my passions? I like lots of stuff, but what do I truly love? That's part of what I want to explore here over the coming months. Work out what they are and work though what it will take to pursue those passions. In my heart, I know that I need those passions to help me through the day to day drudgery and bull manure that I endure.
Balls. What happened to mine? Here of late, I've become meek. Quiet. I'd gone through a period of time where I was ready, anxious to try new experiences. Now, I want to crawl in a hole and wait for the world to pass. I need those balls back. And I need 'em now.
It's become apparent that here and now just isn't for me.
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