As I sit in my (partner's) ergonomic knee chair, belly pleasantly full of tomatoes, avocados, wild rocket and hummus, hair smelling of sulfate-free shampoo, nostalgic music playing, legs still slightly achy from my early morning vigorous bike ride, vision board colourful and complete on the coffee table, I think, I've had a good day.
Up until now, a day like today would have been the exception, not the rule. The idea is to flip that. I would like it if a greasy pizza, chocolate almond, chemical-y beauty product, couch sprawl, Extreme Makeover: Home Edition because nothing else is on, whole jar of peanut butter kind of day happened once in a while. In a very long while.
Please don't get me wrong -- either kind of day, or any other kind of day could be right up anyone's alley, including mine. I would never assume that what feels right to me should be immediately implemented into your daily routine. It's hard enough learning about myself, how could I presume to know you? Besides, it is inevitable that my own mind will change in time. So why do I bother?
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good friend of mine loves to argue. Hard. She lurves it. It gets her into lots of trouble, causing many heated storm outs, silent treatments, uncomfortable debates -- a lot of people find her difficult to get along with at first, either intimidated by her aggressive insistence of her opinions or offended by her aggressive insistence that everyone else provides solid, unflappable arguments for their own. After one such (slightly drunken) philosophical brawl, her cheeks flushed and beaming as if she had indeed been kung fu fighting, I had to ask: what the hell was her deal? Why question and disagree with everything?
She thought about it. Cocked her head to one side and looked up. "Because," she replied, "if they're right, I want to know so I can change my opinion."
Huh.
My application of this principal is slightly altered. The plan is to try things (ways of life, activities, food, music, routines, theories, action plans...you get it) and see how they feel. Original and ingenious, I know.
The lovely day I described consists of (relatively) new things I've been trying: sitting up straight (duh); a vegan diet (I accidentally read
Skinny Bitch by Rory Freedman and Kim Barnouin and they got me!); not using chemicals in my hair so that the next time I get it dyed, it'll hold on to the blue-black; cardio in the morning (it sets the tone for the day, much like making my bed); expressing myself creatively; and most recently, giving up TV for lent.
It is time. I must explore, I must examine, I must hunt for ways to be, for things to do, for inspiration for my mind, body and soul.