I complained the other night that I feel like my life has disappeared. All I seem to be doing is working, little sleep and very often forgetting to eat when I come home! (Yes GymGuyMark, I know! Naughty Naughty) The weekends have been time to catch up on sleep and much-needed trips to the Western Health and Racquets Club Gym as weekday PT sessions and Metafit classes have been a thing of the past. Too say my energy levels are as low as my mood would be an understatement.
A lot of this has to do with the fact that I am in the middle of making some changes in my life. There has been a lot of out with the old thinking going on but not yet tackling the in with the new. I am trying to achieve a balance so I guess I kind of feel like I am in limbo! Classic fifty year old thinking? Mid life crisis? No sure which direction? Who knows! The main thing is that I am still working on myself! Sounds very Oprahish but the realisation that your life has taken certain directions, and that you need to learn to cope with the decisions good and bad, can be a tough one to reconcile. You can end up feeling low because you made one more crap decision that took you careering head long done a less than constructed path and straight into a very deep pot hole.
So how to get out of that pot hole?
Simple, flap! Flap those arms and reach for the sky!
Daft? Take a read at the quote below from Mel Brooks.
“Look, I don’t want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you’re alive you’ve got to flap your arms and legs, you’ve got to jump around a lot, for life is the very opposite of death, and therefore you must at very least think noisy and colourfully, or you’re not alive.”
I saw a girl in the Botanic Gardens this morning, she was standing still breathing deeply, stretching her arms above her head letting the fresh air fill her lungs. As I walked by lugging my heavy bag of shopping and looking like something the cat dragged in, she smiled at me and said “Hello, isn’t it a gorgeous day!” I did the usual nod in agreement and struggled my on my weary way. I turned back to look at her and there she was swinging her arms, jogging on the spot and generally being so darned happy and fit looking I wanted to chuck my box of washing powder at her. By the time I got home, dropped my shopping on the floor, broke six eggs and slammed the kettle on, my mood sucked! My arms did that light thing and needed a good shake. I caught a look at myself in the mirror and thought, right let’s try this. I stood still breathed deeply and started to stretch my arms, followed by a swing, followed by a shake! I started to giggle. Sunday morning with only one coffee inside me and I am now in a flipping good mood.
So Mr Brooks, today will be a day of moving the arms and legs, lots to do, little energy to do it but the old heart is breathing, the old lungs are working and, I may still be trying to find that balance, but I can sure help to tip the scales in the right direction.
Happy Sunday guys