In continuing yesterday's post about everything happening for a reason, I think it's important to remember that in the end, everything usually does turn out OK.
I am talking about life in general stuff. Not the big, huge, super-sized stuff of which I literally have no control of.
I can't control someone else. I can't control the weather. I can't control my health to a large degree, although, I can control what I eat, how much of it, and if and when I exercise. But when my time is up, it's up.
Let's face it, how many of us have heard of people having a heart attack WHILE exercising. SEE...it can kill you.
That doesn't mean I will stop all together. Even though I did. Per doctors orders.
My Achilles issue means that I can't wear certain shoes; as of yesterday I have new sneakers. I had a massage from the amazing Jen Pellingra, one of the recipients from Coffee For A Cause. I had a frank discussion with the equally amazing JC about getting back into exercise, slowly, yet again. (You calm down there Janet...) I have Cara for the yoga love. I have Cathy for the therapy. I have Mital for acupuncture and Manisha for chiropractic care. My yearly mammogram and ultrasound were taken care of last week. I am one well taken care of woman.
Even with all this support, with a rocking family, with some of the most amazing friends and acquaintances on the planet, I still need the reassurance that everything will be OK. That's the human in me, the part of me that wonders how much of this thing called life I am actually able to control. I suspect is it not all that much. ::: sigh :::
I just keep reminding myself that everything will be OK. Of course it will.
Music today - when my kids were little I always sang this (not the whole song, I didn't remember the whole song!) when they were losing their minds. I doubt they appreciated it. This is a marvelous, short version - anything with Tim Minchin always catches my attention.
I am talking about life in general stuff. Not the big, huge, super-sized stuff of which I literally have no control of.
I can't control someone else. I can't control the weather. I can't control my health to a large degree, although, I can control what I eat, how much of it, and if and when I exercise. But when my time is up, it's up.
Let's face it, how many of us have heard of people having a heart attack WHILE exercising. SEE...it can kill you.
That doesn't mean I will stop all together. Even though I did. Per doctors orders.
My Achilles issue means that I can't wear certain shoes; as of yesterday I have new sneakers. I had a massage from the amazing Jen Pellingra, one of the recipients from Coffee For A Cause. I had a frank discussion with the equally amazing JC about getting back into exercise, slowly, yet again. (You calm down there Janet...) I have Cara for the yoga love. I have Cathy for the therapy. I have Mital for acupuncture and Manisha for chiropractic care. My yearly mammogram and ultrasound were taken care of last week. I am one well taken care of woman.
Even with all this support, with a rocking family, with some of the most amazing friends and acquaintances on the planet, I still need the reassurance that everything will be OK. That's the human in me, the part of me that wonders how much of this thing called life I am actually able to control. I suspect is it not all that much. ::: sigh :::
I just keep reminding myself that everything will be OK. Of course it will.
Music today - when my kids were little I always sang this (not the whole song, I didn't remember the whole song!) when they were losing their minds. I doubt they appreciated it. This is a marvelous, short version - anything with Tim Minchin always catches my attention.
Try not to get worried
Try not to turn on to
Problems that upset you,
Oh don't you know
Everything's All Right Now,
Everything's fine
http://youtu.be/nGDiD4ZHteg
Try not to turn on to
Problems that upset you,
Oh don't you know
Everything's All Right Now,
Everything's fine
http://youtu.be/nGDiD4ZHteg
