I’ve been trying to figure out how to merge my three blogs into one because it’s too much to keep up with trying to handle all three. I’m old. I can barely count to three! Alas, I’m not having much success, so I’ve decided to try some old fashioned cut and paste. Much easier, if a little awkward.
So, here’s the paste from a blog I started some time ago to track getting back into shape. Kind of a long “post,” but since I’m the only one likely to care that it’s here, I’ll leave it just as is.
Next, to incorporate my newest blog, which never really got off the ground – all about my impending move to Italy.
veggies, laces, sugar and blues
my journey to wellness
Eat your broccoli.
Don’t bother to stop and smell the supermarket roses.
Don’t be afraid to tell your doctor what you think.
Give your cat anything he wants because he’ll just pester you until he gets it anyway.
Start Kegels and sit-ups when you’re ten and keep doing them until you die.
Marry someone who makes you laugh.
Read, then read more.
When times get tough, dance furiously.
Don’t listen to what people say about you.
Merry-go-rounds are for grownups. Swings, too.
Wear sunscreen even when you’re not at the beach.
Liver tastes gross for a reason.
Sleep as much as you want. Play even more.
Build a fort.
Good people sometimes die young for no good reason.
Some things are more important than having a boyfriend.
Not everyone likes bossy people.
Even mosquitos and spiders are here for a reason.
Make your life plans flexible.
I’m usually loathe to forward or post any piece of “just shut up and be joyful” writing that comes to me — usually from well-meaning friends. That said, this one arrived in my inbox yesterday and as instructed by the friend who sent it, I read it all the way through, slowly.
And, I got it. I think reading it slowly helped. I usually skim stuff like this but this time I tried to absorb every sentence.
Then again, who knows, maybe it was just the right thing at the right time. Just the thing I needed to hear at that moment, like when the pages of a particular book fall open at the perfect time to leave a lasting impression.
Anyway, I bought flowers when I was shopping yesterday and I came across a compilation of “Whose Line is it Anyway: Scenes from a Hat” on YouTube. I haven’t laughed so hard in a long time. And, even though the clip was an hour-long and I kept telling myself I had other things to do, I just kept watching it. It just felt good. (See the end of the post for an hour’s worth of laughs!)
Rereading this piece today as I post it, it borders on a little sappy, a bit over dramatic. Sort of illustrates that thing I was saying about something just touching you at the right moment.
I hope you find something here to remind you to find some (dare I say it?) joy in your life today. And, no you don’t have to forward it to your 50 closest friends. (I’d like to reference the author of this piece, but I can’t find the source. Apologies.)
Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they haven’t thought about it, don’t have it on their schedule, didn’t know it was coming or are too rigid to depart from their routine.
I got to thinking one day about all those people on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back. From then on, I’ve tried to be a little more flexible.
How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn’t suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed? Does the word ‘refrigeration’ mean nothing to you?
How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you watched Jeopardy on television?
I cannot count the times I called my sister and said , ‘How about going to lunch in a half hour?’ She would gas up and stammer, ‘I can’t. I have clothes on the line. My hair is dirty. I wish I had known yesterday, I had a late breakfast, It looks like rain’ And my personal favorite: ‘It’s Monday.’ She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch together.
Because Americans cram so much into their lives, we tend to schedule our headaches. We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves when all the conditions are perfect!
We’ll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Steve toilet-trained. We’ll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet. We’ll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college.
Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get shorter, and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer. One morning, we awaken, and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of ‘I’m going to,’ ‘I plan on,’ and ‘Someday, when things are settled down a bit.’
When anyone calls my ‘seize the moment’ friend, she is open to adventure and available for trips. She keeps an open mind on new ideas. Her enthusiasm for life is contagious. You talk with her for five minutes, and you’re ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Roller-blades and skip an elevator for a bungee cord.
My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years. I love ice cream. It’s just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula and eliminate the digestive process. The other day, I stopped the car and bought a triple-Decker. If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home, I would have died happy.
Now…go on and have a nice day. Do something you WANT to…not something on your SHOULD DO list. If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?
Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry-go-round or listened to the rain lapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night? Do you run through each day on the fly? When you ask ‘How are you?’ Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head? Ever told your child, ‘We’ll do it tomorrow.’ And in your haste, not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch? Let a good friendship die? Just call to say ‘Hi’?
When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift….Thrown away….. Life is not a race. Take it slower. Hear the music before the song is over.
‘Life may not be the party we hoped for… But while we are here we might as well dance!’ ~ Anonymous
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Whose Line is it Anyway: Scenes from a Hat”
Fast forward through this until she gets to the stage, and then enjoy! She’s apparently auditioning for the opportunity to perform for the Queen of England. What a hoooooot! I say, “Go Olivia!”
Cleaning house today. What fun. Actually, I’m done and sipping an iced tea. But, while I was about it today, I noticed how many small charms and tokens I dust and wipe down while I’m cleaning. Small pieces of me. By that I mean that they are tokens from good times, reminders of special memories or pieces of inspiration.
For instance. On the lip above the sink there’s a 2 euro coin with DaVinci’s Vitruvian Man, a memory from our last trip to Italy and a reminder that we’re going back. To stay, one day. It sits at the sink so I can see it every day. My good luck charm for Italy.
At the base of my computer is a glass stone that has the word “imagine” carved into it. It’s very small – about the size of a quarter. It reminds me of my husband who loves the word–he bought it for me–and how much we both love the sentiment of John Lennon’s “Imagine.”Nothing but sentimental value here, but worth every cent he might have spent on it because it reminds me to nurture my creativity.
I look down at it every day while I’m at the computer, as I do with the other token there: a magnet that says “wicked.” I love it. I can’t decide if it gives me license to be wicked or if it makes me smile because I wish I could be more wicked! (There’s a similar one on the fridge that says “redrum” and I can’t imagine what that says about me!)
Another one, right in sight at my computer, are the words “Leap and the net will appear” (a John Burroughs quote) in a small stand up frame. That sign has been on my desk for as long as I can remember. It sits on my desk at work and then comes to my home desk I’m not working outside the house. It’s always been there to remind me to take risks, because I tend not to be the risk-taking type. And, sometimes it’s just the right thing to do.
I think collecting little tokens says something about a person and the particular charms people treasure say a lot more. I think mine say I’m sentimental, hopeful, wishful and need a good boot to the bum now and then.
What things do you have tucked away that spark memories or give inspiration?
A friend sent this to me this morning and it just made me smile. And, sing along! What a great way to start a Monday morning! See if you can make it all the way through without smiling and then have a great day.