I have been in my new home a little over a month. The storage unit that has haunted me isn’t half-way empty as I had planned. I wanted to have the unit cleared out and most if not all of the stuff stashed away in the spare bedroom.
Plans, I have reminded myself are meant to be amended. The current one is to clean out the old unit and move to a smaller less expensive one. The opportunity to save money each month is awesome, plus it means finding more and more of my treasures like the first chapter of a friends novel – given to me prior to it’s release, fragments of poems long forgotten and pictures of my first Florida friends.
It will be twelve years ago this May 13th that I moved to Florida. It is hard to think that much time as past, but something things haven’t changed. I still have things to let go of; things I am not sure, I am ready to let go, but haven’t used or displayed in years. Chalk it up to the fear of losing one more thing after a life time of loss. Then realizing that what I have gained over the years is so much greater.
Sometimes looking around this new home, I am reminded of how much of the past I have carried with me. Memories held by objects of where my family has come from and where they hoped to go. Memories of old lovers and all the promises whispered in passion. There are new memories waiting to be created as well. Little by little my life is stitching itself together, once again.
Monday night, I cooked dinner for myself for the week. Chicken with pesto, zucchini and mushrooms… A yummy way to work on my financial goals.
My other goals are in various states of progress.
I have been walking twice a week and doing all the exercises that my physical therapist recommended. I feel better which was the motivation for restarting this goal. There is no magic number or dress size that is going to stop this from being a live long habit. When I do slack up, I end up hurting again. The choice makes itself clear. Pain bad – Exercise good.
Honest… It is amazing how just adding a few things to my routine has helped. Key so far to my success has been no punishing myself for not doing what I want or need to do. Just enjoying & rewarding myself for doing what I have done. Not by having cake or sweets, just a good old fashion pat on the back. (Ok and it doesn’t hurt that my jeans are comfy as well as sexy once again.)
It isn’t easy and I am sure that there are going to be days ahead where I fall on my face big time. Still, my heart remains optimistic and really does believe that as long as I don’t stop working towards the future then I haven’t failed.