Hug me gently but without pity
I may fail these tests once more
Explain it all for me yet again
And tell me what I’m doing it for
I wasn’t great at being a teenager
And I’m a pretty flawed adult too
I’m a babbling paralysed 54-year-old toddler
Still figuring out what to do
Gratitude Journal
I am so happy and grateful that Amy likes to do some traditional things like have a Christmas tree and lights. If I was by myself, I wouldn’t bother and I do appreciate that it looks nice.
Pushed myself to get out of bed this morning and do my killer abs routine. It’s hard and I still don’t have the muscles to do a full sit-up. Maybe one day. A few years ago, Amy would jokingly show me pictures of buff 50-year-old men and I would dismiss them, thinking about chilli and beer! Now I’m 54 and losing fat. Can I be buff? I’d just like to be fitter and have a little more strength to support my aching bones. Getting up at 6.10 am on these cold days is a challenge!
I forgive myself when I fail but I now savour these days of feeling good and remind myself that to feel like this I have to do the work.
I’m learning more about myself every day.
I’m lazy and hardworking.
I’m quiet and loud.
I’m sad and happy.
We are all full of contradictions and realising it, accepting it, is bringing more contentment to my life.
Let’s enjoy it.
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