This week has been very trying for me. I didn’t know if I was going or coming or which way I went. I was turning around, meeting myself. The week went south when I cancelled appointments to make new ones. My day started early morning and ended late evening—not getting home until after dark. A vacation where I only sit and breathed is looking good.
Today I came across a book I didn’t know I had titled How Did I Get So Busy by Valorie Burton. She had a list of The Ten Commandments of Self – Care.
- Use all of your vacation time every year.
- Commit your time off solely to nonwork-related activities.
- Take your rest seriously.
- Have fun at least once a week.
- Eat regularly, preferably sitting down.
- Exercise regularly, preferably standing up.
- Be fruitful and productive, not busy.
- Use technology to gain time, not consume it.
- Connect heart-to-heart with the people who matter.
- Be let by the Spirit.
After meditating on my situation in relation to the Ten Commandments, I made a commitment to make drastic changes in my life. Another thought came to me was to find the motive for me pushing myself to this point.
How’s your life? Are you on busy overload?
Many years ago I had an elaborate plan for a trip to Europe
I was going to England for fish and chips and a trip to Harrodsburg. Then on to France to collect French perfume and pastries. Next stop would be Switzerland to pick up Swiss chocolates and a Swiss watch. My last stop would be Venice, Italy to ride a gondola and find a cobbler to create an exquisite pair of shoes fashioned for my feet alone. That dream vacation got shelved and was never realized.
A month ago I fulfilled part of my dream trip from years ago. I finally went to Europe but only to Italy. I started out in a little town in the mountains of Umbria called Norcia. Norcia was my home for a week while I attended a cooking vacation through Culture Discovery. It was a full week of cooking and sight-seeing throughout the mountains.
The next leg of my trip was A stop in Rome for two days That was a respite after a busy week in Norcia. While Rome wasn’t my favorite place, I can now say I’ve been there.
The last days of my vacation were spent at the place I longed to go: Venice, Italy. I’d never seen a place that was surrounded with more water than land. It was amazing to take water taxi’s to get from one place to another. I was blessed to be able to take the ride I’ve longed for: gondola ride. It was everything I dreamed of. Thinking about it still puts a smile on my face.
I didn’t find a cobbler but I’ll leave that on my list for another trip.
What holds the clouds up in the sky
Is it super glue or fishing line
No came the answer to my ears
Then what could it be, wondering
They are position by my divine power
I’m a fan of Hallmark Chick Flicks. When they come on I grab my tissues, beverage and snacks. I find a comfortable spot and nestle in. I don’t answer the phone or go potty for fear of missing something.
I’ve realized there is a consistency in all the flicks. At the end there is a kiss. Could it be the kiss is sealing the deal—proving the person’s love? Could be. Every time there is a kiss at the end I can hear the song “It’s In His Kiss” play in my mind. Some times the song needs to say “It’s In Her Kiss” because the woman is initiating the kiss.
I give them permission to kiss all they want. I will continue to watch the Chick Flicks till they quit showing them. After all it is my entertainment.
Is there any Hallmark Chick Flick Fans out there?
I recently had a birthday and with that came contemplation. I decided to get back on the wagon to good health.
The first part of my plan is exercise. The plan included my bicycle, a balance ball and weights. Of course, walking ‘s not forgotten.
I purchased the balance ball that came with a DVD to assist me in properly using the ball. It took a little searching to locate the weights but I was successful.
Careful examination of the bicycle revealed flat tires. I pumped them up hoping I didn’t put too much or too little air in them.
After filling the tires I decided to take the bike for a spin to make sure I had enough air in the tires. It has been so long since I rode it—a really long time. I forgot it was a little challenging getting on the bike because my legs are short. The bad part about trying to get on was I couldn’t get my leg up high enough and had to almost lay the bike down to get my leg over. Upon mounting I had to hang onto the trashcan to get on the seat. Then down the driveway I went, wobbling like a first time rider.
I made my way down the alley huffing, puffing and peddling like I was in a triathlon.
I got as far as three houses from my house and was out of breath, so I turned around and barely made it home.
Maybe, just maybe cycling should not be the first activity I work on.
There was a knock at the door and I went to see,
Who was the unexpected visitor here to see me.
There stood a person near and dear to my heart I hadn’t seen in years.
He’d changed a bit but not too much.
The twinkle in his eyes-dimple in his chin,
Drew me now as it did back then.
More than that was the place in my heart,
Where coveted memories will never depart.
We visited a while. I laughed and giggled as a child.
The past became the present for only a short time.
Oh how wonderful to be young again.
Not in body, surely in mind.
He still took my breath away,
As he did the very day,
I first laid eyes on him.
I was grateful for answered prayers-to know he was doing fine.
My smile lingered as I slowly shut the door.
A sense of calm covered me when I realized,
I might never see him again,
Until we meet in eternity.
Watching a television program triggered an incident that happened to me many years ago.
On the show a woman’s boyfriend beat her. The police arrived, drew her gun and told him to stop. The guy grabbed a butcher knife and headed toward her to do her harm. When he wouldn’t stop she shot him. The beaten woman screamed at the officer for shooting the man who beat her.
All of a sudden I had a flash back. I remembered when I was dating the young man I would eventually marry. One evening we were on a date and he slapped me. I can’t recall the reason but I forgave him and forgot about it. And it didn’t happen again…for a while.
A couple of years later that demon reared its ugly head again. The attack came as a surprise to me because it was unexpected. That was the first of many altercations. Much heartache. Much pain.
He hit me before marriage but I forgot until years later after the divorce. If I’d remembered I never would have married him. In the midst of that mess The Lord was with me and delivered me. For that I am thankful.
Have you experienced abuse?