I M Perfect lady

Tag: motivation

  • All the wrong reasons…

    It is so very curious to me why I slip back into the sluggish life of no yoga, to allow my joints to become painful, my muscles slack, my hips to stiffen up so I waddle?

     

    How is it that when I know what to do to keep my body feeling ache free, I don’t do it?  Why do I have to wait until I hurt to do something good for me?  Why can’t I serve this good portion of life to me each day and eagerly and selfishly take it?

     

    The good things in life are not something I thirst for, instead I feel like it is ‘better’ to skip it, to just snuggle longer or not put my body through that routine.  Like I am getting away with something, that I am being rewarded for Not doing it, when the opposite is true.  I am hurting myself by not taking care of myself. 

     

    There is a long held belief that by not doing something I am cheating something or somebody, but not myself.  How is this possible?  Like I am getting away with something, but what?

     

    All I am getting away with is a ouchy body…I am not stealing healthy or fitness, I am stealing lazy.

     

    Just as with yoga I am the same with sugar or sweet treats.  I think I am sneaking in this ‘goodness’ but what I am stealing is bad for me.

     

    Isn’t it odd that I feel I am gaining something good, when in fact I am serving me poorly?

     

    And when I was doing yoga daily, taking care of my self, it felt like I was going against the grain, swimming against the currents, pushing hard instead of going with the flow.

     

    It is like I am programmed to swim in the wrong direction, that it is easier for me to not care.

     

    To re-program myself, I will have to do what doesn’t come natural, until I forge a new natural.

     

    It just seems so counter intuitive to want to treat your self poorly…that doesn’t make sense.  To WANT what isn’t good and force yourself to do what is, like taking medicine swallowing it reluctantly.

     

    You would think that we would crave that which makes us feel best, the greatest of natural foods and then movement that will make our bodies operate at their optimum…instead it seems we are hell bent on wrecking it.

     

    Wrecking our bodies, our spirits, our minds, our relationships…like we have a wrecking gene we need to destroy before it destroys us.

     

    I just get so befuddled by this, how unnatural us human beings are.  We are living for all the wrong reasons.

     

     

  • We truly never ride alone!

     

    I met a woman yesterday who is in our country, can’t speak our language fully, has three kids (that I saw) and she was selling a car and she can’t even drive.

     

    Smiling, with papers in hand, trying to explain with little words and lots of nods, about this ‘thing’ she was left to sell for her husband.  It was left to her to do, since he had left this country already and was back in their home country. 

     

    She didn’t appear to be frightened, worried, or frustrated, just smiling and gesturing the best she could about how nice a car it was, how comfortable it was, how she no longer needs it.

     

    She was watching my mechanic husband look under the hood, under the car, start it up, shut it off, he had the car turned inside out and backwards in a few minutes.

     

    She is talking to him and he is not hearing her, her words lost to his limited hearing.  I chuckled at the two of them, one can’t hear and the other can’t talk. 

     

    I speak louder to her and him, she smiles, he continues to learn about this car, and I learn about her.

     

    Her courage just to be in this country, but to be left here so vulnerable, it seemed, doing what has to be done for her family, humbled me.

     

    When I asked how long it would be before she gets to go home, she smiles and says, “One year January!”

     

    After some discussion, she has over a year to go, but made it seem like just a short while.

     

    What she takes in stride some would find very impossible to do, and would not even consider it.

     

    I have no idea where she came from or where it is she will return, but to be staying for over a year with kids, no car, learning a new language, showed an inner strength that I admired.

     

    There is another woman, this one I only heard about, she lives in this country, speaks our language, has a car, and an opportunity to learn a new mail route, but the ‘big office’ scared her, so she declined.

     

    The difference between the two is startling.

     

    I have no true idea of what is really going on in the lives of these two women, for I have not walked but one step in their shoes, but I have to admire the car saleslady and her willingness to be in the game.

     

    It seems we can get stuck in the pattern of No, yet once you say yes and arrive, you then are walking forward learning, growing and offering opportunities to yourself and family if you can only utter, ‘yes.’

     

    Due to a frightened lady’s “No,” I will be learning yet another route.  This one is a unique route and has only 20 miles with lots of businesses. 

     

    This is a ‘city’ route, with lots of small streets and alley’s with the box on one street and the house location on another, with apartments and senior citizens buildings, lots of in and out of the car, almost like a walking route! 

     

    I will be delivering to a Prison and limbs to a business that makes artificial legs and arms, going in a Casino to pick up mail, a marina, a state park, the DNR, to name a few!

     

    What interesting things will I learn and be exposed to, what opportunities will this extra route offer me, and my family?

     

    Maybe those of us who continue to say “Yes” are almost incapable to saying no, I just never seem to have a good enough reason not to try.

     

    The car saleslady will be an inspiration to me as I forge once again into learning another route. 

     

    What power I have compared to her, what resources, what connections, what unlimited support I have, this is all a piece of cake, compared to her.

     

    And who knows, she may be tickled pink with herself for successfully making a sale, for rising up to the challenge.

     

    She just added a tool in her toolbox, ‘used car saleslady’ one more thing that she can do successfully.

     

    We truly are unlimited in what it is we can do, but first you have to be willing to try, willing to fail, willing to be uncomfortable in a place of unknowing in order to know.

     

    I loved her authentic unknowing and her delight when we said we would take it. 

     

    She sold me my next mail car.

    I hope her spirit comes with the car!

     

    We truly never ride alone!