Remembering to Breathe

Wrapping presents with a 6 year old, listening to the same 6 year old singing Christmas carols in church as she reads the words off the bulletin, sliding down the backyard hill, making cookies for Santa in the Easy Bake Oven, wrapping up a gingerbread house for Dad in the 1 gallon Kemps ice cream container, wrapping up a cookbook for Ms. Claus, eating crab on Christmas Eve, adding glitter to the reindeer food so Rudolph can see it from the sky, sipping a Tom and Jerry while listening to Bonnie Rideout's A Scottish Christmas - The Celebration, . . . . .filing this under remembering to breathe.

Happy Holidays to All!

Exercise. An Essential Choice.

Exercise is essential. Essential for health. Essential for well-being. Essential for life.

Why has exercise not been an essential part of my day? No time. I make time to clean the house, get the kid to school, guitar and gymnastics, to work more than a person probably should, to Christmas shop, to get my hair cut, and to volunteer with the PTO. Exercise? No time.

I have the life I have for the choices I make. I have a six year old who just yesterday was one and tomorrow will be thirteen. I want to be there running alongside her up and down the sliding hill, wrestling on the rug and carrying her when she needs a lift. I have a husband who simply cannot sit still. I want to be there beside him. 

I have to take care of myself. Taking care of myself includes exercise. For the next 3 months, I am going to the gym every Wednesday and Friday morning. I will not get the life I want if I don't do the things I say that I am going to do. For now, that means going to the gym. Because I know that I do not naturally gravitate towards exercise, I hired a personal trainer.

Time is not limitless. There is only so much of it to live.