We’re going to begin with the daily draw today because an interesting item was screaming at me in my mailbox just now. Zoom over HERE and read this (it’s fast, we’ll wait), then come right back.
Did you see it? The title of that post is “Mountain Leo” and the body of the text simply made me roll my eyes and wonder WHY people don’t investigate where the planets are when they spend that kind of money on crap like this. Whatever. That’s not the cool part, the cool part is this card we got.
Take the leap.
Your courage will see you through.”
On one level this cracks me up (any reference to The Wizard of Oz is a winner in my book) and on another, it’s just freaky and wonderful how these things line up.
Also, this is one my favorite images. Big cats! (Which are NOT like other cats.) And seriously, how bad-ass is that weapon she’s holding? All be-jeweled and shit.
On the metaphysical side, we’re looking at our own path and life here. Are we doing what we need to be doing? And, a better question, are we doing it with honor and courage? Or are we merely SAYING that we are?
I ask my own confused self elf this, because, as Patty and I were chatting about in the pool tonight, I waver still. I feel as though I’ve come so damn far, on this health/fitness road, and yet, I don’t see the physical changes (weight loss, fine. I said it. Happy now?!) that I want to be seeing at this point down the lane. So, wibble wobble, Waver City, here I am, Madame Wishy Washy.
When we receive a reminder, like the past few days, about holing on to doubt and allowing old worries to creep in, I’m glad to see them. On days like this, when we are shown how VERY strong we actually are, inside and out, I am joyous again. Which then brings me back to the wavering. And I have to remember, it’s the human condition. It’s what we are supposed to be learning.
(Some days it’s more difficult than others though.)
Me and the bike, back to the library. And yes, those are the flip-flops I chose. I don’t like the tan lines my faux Crocs made on the tops of my feet. So sue me, I’m still vain. But now, I’ve got a damn tan!
The ride was super hot, but also nicely quick. I took the newly adjusted water bottle cage out for a test drive. Performed beautifully. You can’t actually see it in this shot, but I switched containers. The folks at the bike shop recommended I try another style. And, as it turned out, I had one of those on my kitchen counter!
He did not come with me this time, but Empress almost did. We need to get her a decent two-wheeler. There’s three in the garage, none of them are working and none of them are comfortable for her. I just wish we could exchange all the bad bikes for ONE damn good one.
Self-Care Cards by Cheryl Richardson
LateNight Tattoo Tales:
She wanted to have it done for my dad’s birthday (you all know that she’s named for him, right?), but the artist was booked solid, so the wait was longer than she thought it would be. No worries. Hanna & Co will be here in a few weeks, he (and we!) can see it then.