I saw my Osteo last week and she’s a lot happier with my knee already. I’ve been given permission to skip, which is exciting. Not sure when I’ll be running yet, but doing something is better than doing nothing. My running partner is trying to persuade me to sign up for a Spartan race in March, running I’m fine about; obstacles, less so – and that was before I stuffed my knee up! I dreamt about running twice this weekend, and it felt great in my dream, I just wish I was out there again. I feel fat and sluggish at the moment.
Lying in bed yesterday, alternating hot and cold with a sore throat and ringing ears; my second virus that has laid me low in a little over a month; I wanted to read, but couldn’t concentrate. I listened to Poirot again, I wafted, played on my phone and thankfully I do feel better today. However, for the past week or two I’ve felt something need to shift inside me; enter my weekly round-up of brainpickings newsletter. Delivered to me on a Sunday night, and part of my Monday morning reading routine. Talk about a bugle call to attention today as Maria Popova listed her best psychology and philosophy books of the year out:
Our minds are all we have. They are all we have ever had. And they are all we can offer others… Every experience you have ever had has been shaped by your mind. Every relationship is as good or as bad as it is because of the minds involved.
And then these from Parker J. Parker:
Before you tell your life what you intend to do with it, listen for what it intends to do with you. Before you tell your life what truths and values you have decided to live up to, let your life tell you what truths you embody, what values you represent.
We listen for guidance everywhere except from within.
When I listen to my gut feeling, I feel so much better about the decisions I make. I may not make always the right decision, at the right time, but they’re mine. So the consequences and outcomes of the decisions are easier and sit better with me.
I’m investigating the paleo diet, I’ve got a lot of reading to do over the Christmas break, I’ve spoken about it with Hubs, he didn’t seem to enamoured, but its for both our benefits. Whatever we do, I’m going to transition to it, I do the majority of the grocery shopping any way, it’s when he goes that things like coke and kraft macaroni cheese appear in the pantry. Aside from trying to avoid buying Nestle products, that the cheese is orange and comes in a can doesn’t sit well with me.
Any hoo, I must go, I’ve got a busy week this week. BossMan is on leave from Friday until the new year, so we’ve got a lot to clear off our desks between now and then. Although, the prospect of getting my hands on his filing and paperwork next week is filling me with joy.
And as I wrote this, the news broke that Stella Young passed away at 32. A staunch campaigner for disabled rights and vociferous in her challenging ‘normal’ with comedy, she called herself ‘crip’, offending many in the process, because she dared to take a word that was used in derogatory terms and turned the word on its head. Stella would also tweet pictures of accessible toilets and changing rooms filled up with boxes (as obviously that’s where you store your stock in shops), naming and shaming branches and brands; she was a regular on the ABC, and wrote beautifully, as this piece she wrote to her 80 year old self shows. Her TED talk is really worth a view too, confronting what is seen as normal head on, I’m very sad that she’s passed away.