G’morn lovelies. Today’s post is “Someone who has made your life worth living for”.
I don’t really know how I feel about this topic. I feel like I live my life for me. I make my life worth living.
Maybe it’s the dangling participle at the end of the prompt that’s throwing me for a loop…
Anyway, if I have to choose a person other than myself that makes me a better person…I would chose my husband. He’s pretty much the only person I want to hang out with on the weekends. We still hold hands in public. (We’ve been married 15 years…*gasp*) He makes me crazy. He makes me angry. He irritates the hell out of me sometimes. He makes me laugh. He makes me happy. He makes me think. He’s my best friend. And, I almost have him housebroken. 😀
As part of all this new stuff, because I’m not shaking up my world enough, I have decided to get back to doing yoga. I’m going to start back slowly, but I’m going to try to do it every day for 30 days. And write about it.
This is more for me to track my progress so feel free to skip these posts.
Back 10 years ago, I did yoga quite regularly and with some of the worlds best yogis. I was not full yogini material then, but I enjoyed it and loved the workout.
Fast forward to today:
Day 1: Did you know that you cannot bend a board? Jeepers. Upward-dog felt like my back was going to break.
I’m starting with 10 sun salutations every morning. That’s this week. I intend to add something each week and join a yoga studio at the end of this to keep it up.
The dizziness, the tightness, the sweat. OY! It all felt good though. And I’m looking forward to continuing.
Thank you Frank from the Gas ‘n Sip for issuing this little challenge.
Oh, hello! Come in. We’re having hummus and pita. YUM!
Oh, and don’t mind ~Moo~… It seems her participle is dangling. *blush*
I thought this was a tough one. I don’t have kids (that I know of) and I’m not married. So I am not living for them.
I’ve already written about my mom and that she is my hero. So maybe her.
I think until I started Reform School, I had no idea who I was living for, or why, for that matter. But I’m living for me. I’m living so that I can experience things and maybe matter to someone in this world in some small way.
For the first time in a long time, I can feel the cobwebs shaking off and I’m going to really start living.
And Mean Marcy is going to help me.
Oh, and I do live for the Wonder Twins. They need me and in no small way, I need them.
Tomorrow: Day 8: Someone who made your life hell.