Quirky Thursday

I hope I can crank out a post today. I’m feeling a bit quirky and restless, thinking about my paper clutter and that income tax thing. I’ve been procrastinating about them for months now. What a waste in energy, eh? You think knowing that I would buckle down and do something about it. No, it doesn’t work that way. It has to be that deadline that will do the trick. So I should stop feeling the guilt and the weight of putting off. Just forget about it till then.

It’s better if I put my energy into doing something useful. Wish I could dance away my quirkiness like Tom Hanks in Big. That would be so cool. Hey, it works just watching that clip. Now I am settled and more at ease. I can evaluate my progress since I’ve learned about Jim Kwik, watching his videos and reading his book. I’ve memorized 3 phone numbers and my social insurance number. I understand how easy it is to remember names by linking it to another person. It’s not a huge gain but it’s a step. I’m not so worried about senior moments now.

Well, this is it for another day of the UBC. It’s all I can handle today. It’s enough.

STRUGGLES

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The day has broken.  I struggle out of bed and struggle through my qigong  routines.  Such is life.  How many mornings have I gotten out of bed now?  And how many times have I done my qigong exercises?  You think I would have perfected both that I could do them in my sleep!

But surprise and no surprise, it isn’t so.  We never reach that perfection point of no struggle…while we are still breathing.  Perhaps it is a good thing.  Otherwise, we would stop reaching for the moon, the stars, for something better or just different.  We would stop growing and developing into new possibilities.

And so I sigh and sip my coffee and suffer my little discomforts.  I massage my sore tight spots.  I breathe out my angst and inhale the goodness of the universe.  I let go of my judgements and let in the love.

If I am to live in this world, I have to be of this world.  We are all the same.  We are the dancers.  Our struggle is the dance.  It matters how we dance.  Let my dance be the tango.