To most women out there, it won’t come as a surprise when I say that my body and I have had a rocky relationship. Why can’t you be thinner, stronger, shapelier, go longer, faster, and just be perfect, body? We spend so much time cursing our bodies for letting us down that we completely forget how much our bodies do for us. My body is my ultimate partner in crime. My body learned to stay up on skis as a wee child, dance my way through adolescence into the nightclubs, run 13.1 miles multiple times (when it’s built for strength not speed), competed in roller derby for 5+ years, and, now, swing kettlebells and hike mountains (I have not yet attempted both at the same time). Who am I to criticize a body who has allowed me so many amazing life experiences?! But I have, and it’s been that way for most of my life. Until now. It took nearly 38 years, but I have found a deep appreciation for my body. And you know what has happened? My body is doing more than it could. A little love and appreciation goes a long way, and the one body I get in this life journey deserves it. Thank you, body for taking the abuse and bringing us to where we are today. I look forward to our future adventures.
I promise that, though I’ve neglected the blog, I am not forgetting to work at living in gratitude. With the official arrival of Spring, gratitude comes easily. Unlike the artificial new year resolution crap, Spring is the natural time for new life. Nature bursts with it and inspires us to find our own fresh starts. We clean, start new projects, and embark on things we just can’t imagine doing under a blanket of snow. For me, some of this is returning to beloved old ways such as the bike commute. I love my biking commute. No other commute earns anything close to love (more colorful words are reserved for other forms of commuting). Soon, I’ll be working on my tiny garden space in my quest to create an urban oasis outside our back door. I’m eager for the al fresco dining season to begin, and I’m certain Dan & I will finally drink more of his homebrew when we can do so on our patio glider. Truly, Spring is synonymous with gratitude. Thank you Spring for your season of new beginnings, and even your rain is welcome, as I am hopeful for my best gardening year ever.
Yogi tea is a favorite of mine, and I make a habit of reading the teabag wisdom as soon as I open a new one. I referred to the “live in your strength” but of wisdom in another post. The Universe has a sense of humor, or so it would appear by my receipt of such meaningful messages…on commercially produced and sold teabags. The point being made is I started to wander away from the daily gratitude practice, and here is this big reminder of why I must not.
I shared this with Dan at dinner, and it prompted me to ask him what he is grateful for. In a nutshell that doesn’t do his words justice whatsoever, he has gratitude for us having the means and living in a country so we’re able to do as we wish. His words on his gratitude helped expand my view on the attitude of gratitude. I am moving to living in gratitude. This is not nearly as easy as stating gratitude on a daily basis, so I’m going to start asking more people about their gratitude. The more gratitude, the more opportunities. So, yeah, tell me what you’re thankful for, or expect me to ask next time we talk. Today, I give thanks to thanks itself.
This weekend gave me hope that Spring is very near. That shiny, warm orb appeared in the sky and stayed put for the whole weekend. The temperatures soared into the mid fifties. Can someone say heat wave? It was a perfect weekend to lose an hour to daylight savings. I don’t typically like daylight savings. I’m an early riser, so I lose my early sunlight. I greatly prefer waking to the sun, and I have weeks again before that happens. Still, this daylight savings was better than most thanks to a much missed sun and warmth after a brutal winter. Though tired from my schedule being shifted by an hour, I felt more motivated. I whipped up some cookies when cleaning up after dinner, and I felt the effects of a little natural vitamin D. Elevated mood. Motivated. Excited. OK, so the excited feeling is because I can ride to work Monday and Tuesday, but that’s still the sneak peek at spring that is allowing that. I was feeling so festive tonight that I attempted some cat stacking with Haley. Note to self: don’t stack the cat with a plate of cookies she will attempt to eat. It results in chaos moments instead…
I love food. It used to be a contentious relationship back when I ate what barely passed as food on a regular basis. Getting drunk on Bud Light and stuffing my face with Taco Bell. That was a dark time food and I went through. Like all dark times, it was during my 20s. As a child, food was family. My grandma and I spent quality time in the kitchen together. I already mentioned our baking adventures in Cookie Monster. I’m grateful that food and I are on the best of terms. I give Philly credit for that. I’ve joined CSAs, a food co-op, and a cow share since living in Philly. I know more about my food and where it comes from. I understand how (fresh, local) food has the power to strengthen communities. I am a better cook and transform food in ways I never imagined. I grow tomatoes (poorly) and peppers (awesomely) on my concrete patio because growing my own food deepens my love and appreciation for the whole foods from the earth. I eat real food, and I want to share real food with everyone, so they too can have a healthy, guilt free relationship with food. Thanks, food, for being so much more amazing in your least processed, freshest form.
Stop, take a breath, and pay attention. The panic is subsiding as I start to discover paths.
I like winter. I’m a winter person- I blame the German heritage. But, I like winter like I like any season because, truthfully, I’m a seasons person. Today, I write a heartfelt letter to Spring.
You may have heard that your arrival is the talk of the northeast US. I know we’ve not always been on the best of terms. Perhaps you think you’re my least favorite season. I’m here to tell you I feel differently this year. Please come as scheduled. No need to be fashionably late after Winter decided to come to the party early, party way too hard, and overstay its welcome. We need you, Spring. I appreciate you, Spring. I won’t grumble once about your awkward smells, crazy winds, or rainy days. I will revel in your warmth and lack of accumulation. Thank you, for being you. Please hurry.
Molly, proponent of equal time for each season