The sun’s shining, and even though it’s not even thirty degrees today, it’s the first day of spring, and that means we’re marching toward something a little brighter. My friend MC took this beautiful picture the other day, and it’s really a light spot in my is-it-ever-getting-warmer musings.
Maggie Cassidy, capturer of beauty
Last night, my pal LM convinced me to head to the gym, even though it was really the last thing I felt like doing after a long, frustrating-at-the-end day.
I’ve been having too many of those kind of days, you guys.
I hit the treadmill again, and again, it was not pretty (not even in the least), but I’m just going to keep on trucking.
Eventually, my legs are going to remember what it is to keep moving for more than three minutes.
Until then, I’m gonna be patient.
I’m probably not actually going to be patient, but I do promise to at least try not to overdo it and hurt myself.
Moving slowly is hard work, chickadees.
Up today: work, work, work, getting ready for B’s weekend visit, and heading to the most needed bells class in recent history.
Sometimes, a diversion in attention in the form of a tiny, loud, encouraging Russian is just what you need to get everything back into the place it needs to be.
Let’s cruise through this one to the other side, pals.