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Going Naked (29/60)

Oh man, I'm tired. I want to tell you I slept well, but I didn't.  I was a wee bit worried about my mama and so sleep did not come until the wee hours of the morning and even then, it was far from restful.  I tried to do yoga but somehow always ended up in shavasana (corpse pose . . . flat on your back with your arms and legs relaxed) after every sun salutation (I only did two).  So I bowed to my body and just stayed there.  It felt wonderful. I went on my nightly bike ride but I seriously could barely peddle.  I just tooted along slow and steady and watched this huge bomb like cloud grow bigger and bigger in the east. It looks like a mushroom cloud doesn't it?  Maybe a little? I let my mind wonder and go where it would and over and over again, I thought back on my days at the beach and at the pool here.  Everywhere I go, people are mostly naked; old and young, fit and flabby, and they all seem, without a doubt, to me all gloriously beaut...

Shaking it up. . .

Sometimes we get tired. I don't mean sleepy or exhausted, I mean tired.  Tired of your routine, your work outs, your house, your friends, your kids, your husband, your . . . (fill in the blank).  That's how I've been feeling lately.  Tired. I find myself getting into the car to go to the grocery store or anywhere and I fight the impulse to just keep on going.  California is calling my name . . . or forget that, Mexico is sending me love texts constantly.  And it's not because I don't love my people, I do.  I just . . . I just want to go . . . Last night as I sat by Phoebe who was studying away as I was about to climb into bed, I said, Hey, how are you? She usually just says fine and goes back to her studying, but last night, as I smoothed her hair away from her face, she looked up at me and sighed.  Mom, she said, I feel off.  Everything is blah.  I don't know what's wrong with me.  I don't like anything.  I smoothed her...

Tired

Soo tired. Woke up to mad texts about NYC trip. Solidified our reservations (we got our favorite one). Ran 11 miles (why?!). Forgot to eat or drink. Bad headache.  Reminded me to do both. Took down Christmas lights in the raging wind and lived. Watched something and fell asleep for a minute. Early dinner (Dodo) and a movie (Eddie the Eagle) and a smoothy (peanut butter shake) Very good part of the day. Kids to bed and now, I'm going to rest my sweet head on my pillow and go to my happy place. Parting words of wisdom: "Each day comes bearing it's own gifts.  Untie the Ribbons" --Ruth Ann Schabaeker