The other day I did a full hour of yoga—on my own. And I felt great afterwards! My hips felt loose, my shoulders unknotted, my brain less busy. So why why why don’t I do this more often is the obvious question. Back in the day when I could go to in-person classes, I kept myself on track that way. I mean, I did the occasional home practice, but I let the class be my motivator.
It’s the same with writing blogs. In the past, I’d written because I was committed to the third Wednesday of the month on Women and Words, another blog site, and I reposted them here. But now they’re shutting it down. Not that I blame Jove and Andi, the creators of the site. Keeping all those writers in line had to be so much work. Besides, they have their own publishing company, Dirt Road Books. My point being, I take my promises to other people seriously. As for the promises I make to myself… that’s another story. Now that’s it’s up to just me… will I ever blog again?
I mean, no one is counting on me to do it. I guess I could commit to you here, that I will continue to write on the third Wednesday of the Month. The problem is you’re kind of abstract in my mind, and continue to be—unless you comment on my blog, or happen to run into me and mention it. Then you shine like a comet in the great dark sky of the internet! And I get such satisfaction from this small interaction. So why is it so hard to do things for myself that I know will make me happy? Or be good for me? Why? And is it just me that struggles with this? Say it isn’t so! Let me know that you’ve struggled with this too. Maybe it will encourage me to keep on blogging.
That’s it for today. Remember to Live the Love! It matters!