One by one I’m picking it apart. From the edges to the center, from top to bottom. Once again. Unraveled
I catch myself not breathing.
Well, it’s more like holding my breath. Although release, I’m aching.
Can’t help but catch my breath.
Flat. Motionless. Monotone. Today and tomorrow. Of slosh and continuous drizzle. The sleep, the cold, the window. Outside. Slosh. More rain.
Such is life’s pallor, the unglamorous touch of routine. A finish. Yet incomplete. I am here. Today and tomorrow.
3:27 am. Back at tumblr. Haven’t posted anything for almost a year. No more blog ADD. I know I’ve mentioned I’d make a new one, yet my heart isn’t into it. No motivation. Flat. The best inspiration.
I’ve started reading a book called Brain Rules by Medina due to a lack of activities in my life. Every day seems to be a repetition of the last: wake up, do dishes, go out.
I must admit though, I’ve satisfied most of my cravings. From sushi to cake, I’m having pretty darn good luck getting to eat what I wanted to eat.
Anyways, back to the book. The first chapter talked about exercise and how a “sedentary” lifestyle of a couch potato is detrimental to your life span. It got me all worked up about picking up yoga DVDs and moving. Not to mention I may also have read about missing out on a greater salary per hour if you don’t exercise.
I did go to the community library to check out some videos: Tae Bo, yoga for strength, yoga for flexibility…
About the application of such exercises however… That’s up and coming. Hopefully.
My mat is rolled up and ready to go and I’ve bought a new pack of batteries for the Xbox. All I need is a day to do it and a shortage of my lazy hormones.
I apologize for the late reply. I have been recently forgetting that I own a blog.. Ha. But to be frank, I don’t think I have ever given up anything worth mentioning at this point. I’ve always pushed the limits of what I can achieve when it comes to things I want (mainly my relationships with people.) You see, I’m the type of person that would go for it if I believe something is worth the effort. When I’ve done all I can, it becomes easier for me to accept that I have to let go of the things because I can accept that I’m not always going to get what I want, you know? It’s kind of like, I don’t really like having regrets so I’m accepting of what things are.
Not really. I wish one would swoop by right about now with a triple dipper platter from chili’s (you know, boneless wings, quesadillas, and some artichoke spinach dip mmm) a buttered steak would work too! I’d say you’re pretty smashing yourself, anon.
I’m hoping the game tonight will stop Justin’s crankiness. He has a tendency to be a huge jerk when he isn’t able to take somebody out on the field and wreck shop. I’m glad he has football to freaking alleviate his primitive urges.
That’s pretty tough because I generally don’t like to reread stories and, in my terms, a favorite book to read is something that you repetitively pick up. I prefer reading a good story, harboring the feelings and thoughts it evokes in me, then write it out or move on. I have to say though that The Alchemist by P. Coelho would be one of the few that I actually read again twice or more.
I’m just genuinely happy.