I still run away from things. When the tough gets going, I do, too. When it is just too damn hard, I don’t give up. I give in. There’s no use in getting my panties in a knot and my head in a temper. Though I am not hungry, the thought of a nimble or two is quite appealing. I shall not. The guy and I had decided to lose 10 pounds. Despite our ski every day this winter, we find ourselves a little overweight. The bread and the ice cream every night probably had a great deal with it. I was not an ice cream consumer before. My ice cream used to stay in the freezer forever until it got very snowy. Now it feels a bit strange to settle down in front of the TV and no ice cream and no Grey’s Anatomy. Obsessions and addictions must come to an end. The call to change has come.
I’m trying to get into a relaxed steady tap on my keyboard to settle my nerves. It is a meditation of a sort. I sit erect with my head, shoulders, hips and sit in alignment. No clenching of the jaw. I let my fingers and thoughts coordinate themselves. Sometimes I stumble and stutter a little here and there. No stress. Breathe and carry on. It is all alright. The world is still here. No one will notice your hiccough. Even heaven coughs and sneezes. A few minutes of cloud and snow. Now the sun is out. What the heck? The snow flakes are still floating down.
Oh, I feel a little better now. I did make a little dent in sorting and tidying my work spaces. Just talking about it gets my head into a nettle. I will watch a little Agatha Christie’s Miss Marple. The show is remarkably entertaining and relaxing. The stories usually have so many characters that I’m kept busy trying to remember who is who. I have no time to be distracted into thinking about all the things that are troubling me. There is always a murder or two but none of the bloody and shooting violence of American shows.
It works most of the time but it’s not fail proof. Sometimes I just have to have faith in myself that this, too, shall pass. I close my eyes and picture myself in the green and humid warmth of the greenhouse. The warmth feels like God’s arms around me, holding me safe. And I surrender.
8 thoughts on “MISS MARPLE TO THE RESCUE”
Yes!! Have faith Winter will soon come to an end!!
Summer came yesterday, Kate. Then winter returned today. Yes, one needs faith.
Never give up the ice cream just make it every other day treat. We need to keep a few treats or it is not worth it
Thank you, William. We hope to add back ice cream after awhile. Our health is important.
Breathe and relax, you’re doing great.
Thank you, Martha!
Anything in Nature will help the mind during those trying times. I always enjoyed Murder She Wrote back when I watched TV. We have a very large TV that we purchased a few years ago but we have not turned it on in about 3 years. Just too much more that we enjoy such as personal hobbies. It seems that you have a handle on it, just forget the ice cream and only buy one serving when you are out and about. Nothing in the freezer. As for the fresh-baked bread, I’m just glad I don’t live near you, I love freshly made bread with a little home whipped butter. Or perhaps home made apple butter.