Keeping the end in sight
Not the end, end...like darky dirt casket end.
When I spoke to Lisa last night she explained that I had to keep the end in sight, knowing the end result. Which I can't imagine anyone else finds difficult, that with real life being so ridiculously easy and breezy and beautiful cover girl. (um. yeah).
Our conversation steamed from my inability to attend Old Ladies on Tuesday nights now since my marathon training starts tonight. And one of the many nights a week that I will be running will include Tuesday. My Old Ladies are basically my church, I never really understood church (especially since the sinner was a regular church goer) but having my old ladies on Tuesday night made me understand more the idea behind the weird collective of commonness. I some times need a Tuesday night more than anything in the world and other times I'm pretty brave on my own. "Giving up Tuesdays to run", I had to explain to Lisa and make right to myself, "is a barter for making my body more healthy, and I'm assuming my mind will follow." I like how I always have to feel nervous and explain myself 20 times to those people who I see as mentors or those who have "been there, done that" or are great healers. There will be a point when I am continuously reminded that I am an adult (like last week staying out late and feeling crappy) and remember that there is a reason that I'm here even if it's not what society and my father may think is the reason. I worked on my mom the other day who maybe in the same breath my biggest cheerleader and doubter. I was doing some Reconnective Healing because she asked me to. I told her, "Stop holding your breath, relax, breathe" in to which she replied, "I am, I'm just doing my own stuff" haha I told her, "If you ask me to work on you, let me work on you, don't include your own stuff" It was quite funny...funny stuff.
When I spoke to Lisa last night she explained that I had to keep the end in sight, knowing the end result. Which I can't imagine anyone else finds difficult, that with real life being so ridiculously easy and breezy and beautiful cover girl. (um. yeah).
Our conversation steamed from my inability to attend Old Ladies on Tuesday nights now since my marathon training starts tonight. And one of the many nights a week that I will be running will include Tuesday. My Old Ladies are basically my church, I never really understood church (especially since the sinner was a regular church goer) but having my old ladies on Tuesday night made me understand more the idea behind the weird collective of commonness. I some times need a Tuesday night more than anything in the world and other times I'm pretty brave on my own. "Giving up Tuesdays to run", I had to explain to Lisa and make right to myself, "is a barter for making my body more healthy, and I'm assuming my mind will follow." I like how I always have to feel nervous and explain myself 20 times to those people who I see as mentors or those who have "been there, done that" or are great healers. There will be a point when I am continuously reminded that I am an adult (like last week staying out late and feeling crappy) and remember that there is a reason that I'm here even if it's not what society and my father may think is the reason. I worked on my mom the other day who maybe in the same breath my biggest cheerleader and doubter. I was doing some Reconnective Healing because she asked me to. I told her, "Stop holding your breath, relax, breathe" in to which she replied, "I am, I'm just doing my own stuff" haha I told her, "If you ask me to work on you, let me work on you, don't include your own stuff" It was quite funny...funny stuff.