This is one of those weeks that seems to be moving rapidly and dragging on at the same time.
Which I know doesn’t even make sense.
Bear with me, guys.
Here’s a thought for the day.
My plan, initially, was to try and incite a little inspiration on Monday mornings, but on Monday I was in a hotel with spotty wireless.
It’s really the thought that counts.
Anyway, here’s another one to think about as we head into this weekend:
“If you don’t like where you are, move. You are not a tree.”
Point well taken. I’m one of those terribly annoying people who thinks that 99% of the time, your happiness is completely dependent on you making yourself a more positively minded and content person.
It doesn’t mean I don’t find myself in the position of unwavering tree from time to time.
It’s a nice reminder that I can get up any time I like, really.
Last night, I went to kettlebells after a few days of traveling, eating too much, and sleeping sitting up on airplanes.
In this edition of swinging around a bell and listening to Rage Against the Machine, Gene laughed and tousled my hair when I asked if we were finished.
The joke’s on him though: sweaty, unwashed hair is a pretty gross thing to come in contact with, especially on purpose.
Up today: get a little work done, count down the minutes until the weekend, and hit the yoga mat.
Enjoy what you’ve got out there, chickadees.