The year before Douglas came to live in our house, I had caught a grand total of 24 field mice that had decided the field was no place to live, and our house was a much more suitable environment to raise little rodents. Six years later, Doug still lives here, but for some reason the mice have returned to Hamlin. So two weeks ago I pulled out the Have-a-Heart-Traps and started the relocation project in full force. Then I saw this article , and it worked! I would say that is thankful material if ever there were!
I don’t know if it comes through here but truth be known, I’m a bit hyper. I’m one of those people who need to be busy. Part of the problem is that I have trouble knowing my limits. Clark would say it’s because I’m a clark but, I want the world to make sense, and it just doesn’t, no matter how much energy I put into trying to figure it out.
I have been trying to continue into the next phase of The Great Unsticking of 2015, however it’s just not going so well. I have kind of lost steam because I’ve had to honor my limits… did I mention I stink at knowing my limits? I tend to push through illness unless a doctor orders me not to. My ability to ignore bodily messages has led to more than one ambulance ride or emergency surgery. At work I am usually the go-to-person who you can ask for help with just about anything…Why? Because I will usually be so intrigued I won’t say “no.” I can say no when the task is a drag, but if it’s something I can learn more about… I’m your gal. All that adds up to not really limiting myself much, which is not a good choice for the low energy, immuno-suppressed, chronically ill individual. I don’t even like admitting that I fit that profile because it sounds so limited!
I need to regroup. I know it doesn’t sound like a grat and maybe it’s a hypograt (wow, Clark is in here a lot today…he can tell you all about hypograts) but, I am grateful that I know when it’s time to change what’s not working.
I need to modify my exercise since blowing out my hip four weeks ago. I went back to the bike last week and really can’t walk this week. SO Im frustrated as hell cuz … well, have I told you I stink at knowing my limits?
I also started a blog called CARROT in hopes of increasing my own motivation during this endeavor. I hate the direction it’s going in so I put out the word and got some good suggestions… Feel free to get over there and leave a suggestion (PLEASE!) I am and will be ever so grateful if you have or do… I am hoping to revamp a bit over there and figure an accountability model that will work. I once again refer to Clark at Two Mile Run and may have to pilfer his set up. It goes without saying I have no pride and am grateful for it.
Having lost steam on the thing that keeps me going the most (exercise), I seem to have lost steam on my other goals as well. I had done a vision board to represent the next phase and I have to say that until I looked at it just now I thought I was making very little progress. BUT y’know what? I’m maintaining! So I am grateful!
- Update: I am maintaining Doug for whom I am ever grateful. His skin problem is soooo much better with three times a week baths and no more prednisone! He loves the bath even if I don’t. I’m happy if Doug is happy.
- the smoking hot body is just a joke… but the exercise update is above.
- I am listening better to my physical self
- I do need to work on the spiritual stuff… can you say avoidant?
- I have begun an art journal. So I’m doing the art stuff.
- THE CAR PASSED INSPECTION!
- The private practice is picking up. I recruited some new providers.
- I added some new volunteer work to my schedule which is always a help to my psyche.
- I have to clean the kitchen table which was a hangover from the first phase… it’s a mess because it’s where I’m doing the art thing.
SO I’m grateful that progress or maintainance is better than I thought. Now I am off to work but before I go… Have I mentioned Doug?