Years ago, one of the first things I would do in the morning when I was home besides the obvious of brewing coffee was to start Pandora and rock out to music. Even back when I started this blog I mentioned how my happy place is dancing in my kitchen while baking. Sometime in the past few years the habit of starting music in the morning disappeared. Sure, there are days I do but with both of us home all the time and with Scott working at home maybe I subconsciously became over-accommodating about the noise. Even though not once did he ask me to turn down music.
The healthier version of me I’m trying to be means taking back the pieces that make me happy… that make me, me. I am actively trying to retrain my brain to start music again. Yesterday I woke up with Dave Matthews Where are you Going in my head so as I started Spotify before I even started the coffee.
I started laundry and then Coffee Bean and I danced and played… even though she totally wasn’t feeling it (she didn’t sleep much the night before) but I was also keeping her occupied while Scott was spraying the downstairs for spiders.
The jam/dance sessions were amazing yesterday morning as I followed up with doctors and cleaned and I even got my pilates video in! The basics kick my ass and it’s hard not to be discouraged but I keep reminding myself that even if I can’t hold the pose or lift my leg as high it is still better than doing nothing. A healthier version of me is not just working on my body but my mind as well. It will always be easier to focus on the things that I can’t do and then that becomes my path with negativity guiding my way. It is harder to put in the work and I am so proud of myself for realizing that I need to be the change for myself and walk the path that brings me to a better healthier body, mind and soul and and… to move to my own beat. I totally can and will do this.
After pilates I grabbed a fresh cup of coffee and sat at the table with my computer thinking I’d sit and write my blog in between moving and folding laundry. I boosted the music on the speakers and then… everything went quiet. Our power went out as did some of our neighborhood. Oy. That’s ok, I needed a shower anyway and candlelit showers are peaceful.
After Scott’s run and his candlelit shower we decided to go to lunch and set plans for grabbing computers and working from a brewery if the power wasn’t back on when we got home. It was! So back to tasking I went. I got most of our laundry done and finished cleaning upstairs before then focusing on dinner for the Av’s game. But, sadly I didn’t have a chance to sit back at the computer and write.
We did have a tasty dinner and cheered and held our breathe as we held out hope that the Av’s could fight their way to a game 7…. and they did! Game 7 will be Saturday, thankfully after the walk!
Last night on my way to bed I was sore and realized I had totally overdone it… my feet were burning, my fingers were tingling and my legs didn’t want to work correctly so I mentally started to prepare myself for a complete rest day today which was totally not on my agenda. Sleep was harder as I woke several times as my body ached and my nerve-endings were going crazy.
Thankfully I woke (much earlier than I wanted) wanting to do pilates. I let the doggo outside, started coffee and then went downstairs and laid out the yoga mat. I stretched… oh did I stretch! My body was still sore so there were points in those 18 minutes that I was ready to give up and I almost did. My inner monologue was a major cheering section.
After pilates I started music. Today’s music of choice… Billy Strings.
I have been writing on and off all morning as my brain gets scattered wanting to jump ahead and work on getting ready for tomorrows walk and finish the laundry that didn’t get done yesterday. The “oh look a squirrel” has been quite active today. I have played with the doggo, contemplated going and getting orange fabric paint, tried on socks for tomorrow, put in the orange hair extensions from last year to see if I remembered how to do it, played with glitter. Yep, scattered. Tonight I’m going to the year-end school choir performance for my niece so I’m trying to get everything done before heading to her concert.
Thank you reading my ramblings today. I started yesterday with a point to this post and then, as it is more often than not, it becomes more of a journal/diary of sorts. I guess that really is me… moving to my own beat.
Peace and love my friends and as always, happy cups.