My morning walks are, to me, like getting a running start up the hill. Gets my motor warmed up and energized. Of course, I would no more run up a hill these days than, well … let’s just say I’ll have to work back up to that. I intend to as soon as most parts of my body agree to cooperate again.
Comparing notes on sleep with my friend, I remembered how my older son’s father used to call me the Sleeper — before our child was born.
“I know that one day I will never sleep again, so I’m getting in as much now as possible!” I informed him.
Different perspectives, different realities. Nowadays, we indeed value any hour of sweet slumber we can secure.
Down on the beach, my friend and I “assumed the position” — bent over trolling for treasures in the rocky swaths laid out most recently by the tides. I definitely made more noise when it came time to erect myself. The same offending hip also made me a little late for an appointment as the sand felt to have a heavier pull to it today.
“I used to run this every day when I first moved here,” I moaned to my companion. Different day, different dilemma.
To think, there were days when I had two sons and a husband and one car to get us to work, to assorted sports or Scouts, shopping, etc. I was on top of things! I was where I needed to be when I needed to be (almost without fail). I was always on the go, finished work on the computer after everyone had gone to bed, woke alert. Now, if I don’t write it down, whatever “it” is, it shan’t last long in my head. The slower I go, the more space there seems to be for things to fall through the cracks. Different energies, different drawbacks.
Then again, I have begun to think that maybe this is how it’s supposed to be. I remember what’s important (if I remember correctly) and I don’t worry about nearly as much as I used to think I had to (maybe I just forget to worry). I’ve just this week had more assorted events and activities going on than I’ve had in ages and, by golly, my shoulders are riding a little high at the moment!
I keep telling myself a little stress will whip those brain cells back into shape, but I’m not so sure. Yes, it motivates you to get things done, to a certain degree. And it’s true an active mind/body is a healthy body. So why are these aches and pains creeping in? Oh, that’s right — because I was doing a pretty darned good imitation of a sloth for several months. Now I’m caught in a Catch-22 and can’t start moving to correct things because of things that haven’t moved … sigh.
Then again, I suppose it’s just one more perspective to take on life.
“But I like things just the way they are!”
Well, tough cookies, Cupcake. Not much you can do. But, to us all, let us appreciate what we have while we have it. Try not to spend more than 12 percent of a conversation on everyday body gripes (you have full permission to discuss big stuff).
Keep moving. Stay involved in public life to some degree — volunteer in some small way.
And try to remember, there were days when the popular saying was “Don’t trust anyone over 30” and now, we are. Perspectives are different for all of us. Keep that in mind when dealing with anyone you meet today. Any day.
Dianne Brooke’s column is special to The Cambrian. Email her at ltd@ lady tie di .com, or visit her website at www .lady tie di .com.