I have been using moving as an excuse not to eat properly and make time for exercise. Well now I'm moved, so I've got no excuse and it's time to start afresh (again).
The thing is, I've started afresh about 25 times when it comes to eating well and exercising. It makes me not want to start again. It's dis-couraging. But I will take up my courage and start again because, in the end, what else can you do? The only alternative is to quit and I know for sure that then I will just slowly deteriorate. SO, onwards and upwards.
I read once this thing that there is a courage of happiness as well as a courage of sorrow. I totally love that. It's actually quite scary to be happy, because the happier you are the more you have to lose. Like loving, when you experience joy you open yourself up to the possibility of pain.
It's sometimes easy to stay in the sorrow place, because at the very least it is safe and predictable - better the devil you know. But, of course, the better path is joy because I have no intention of living a life halfway.
I used to write a lot about being in a halfway happy place, but the last 5 years have been a focussed journey away from that place and into a place called Joy.
I think the place called Joy is whatever is after the birth that we call death, but I have been learning lately that we can bring heaven to earth same as we can bring hell to earth.
Well, heaven is on earth for me today.