Regardless, it is true. I am taking a few steps to rebalance my mantra and move on with my life. I do have the intentions of burning the candle at one end only while allowing the melted pieces mold themselves back into a new shape that is the better me.
Starting off, I quit smoking today. I am pretty sure that I will be updating all of you regularly as to how that is going. Now some of you know my epically failed attempts at doing this before. Others do not. I quit for over a year before a nervous break down brought me back to it. It was cheaper than Valium or Xanax, so I went with it. It was also incredibly cheaper than drinking every day. Failure to communicate with myself has led me to believe that not only do I need to do this for everyone around me, but to settle the quams inside my heart.
Next on the list are letting go of thorns from the past. I know that the world around me is not going to change any time soon. Regardless, I do think that my grudges in life I have held onto for so many years may be partial to why I am the way I am. Although the nightmares taunt me and you, my readers, reap the benefits, I think it is time to let go of some of them. Perhaps if I do, it will break way for new ones, a better reading experience for you in the long run.
Exercise. I could ask a raise of hands to how many people have heard that regular cardio work at least three times a week is beneficial to the persona in so many ways, but no one on here is on a cam so I wouldn't see it anyway. I took up lap swimming, again, in hopes that my already damaged from surgery and depression heart will work its finest with the 80% of it that is actually left to operate. With the not smoking bit, plus regular yoga and swim, I am fairly certain that I will not gain that nasty weight that tends to come to those who stop smoking. It will keep my hands busy, my heart healthy, and damn at the abs and muscle tone I could get back. I'm 33. There is no need for me to be flabby with a muffin top right now.
Cleanliness: My house smells like old stale bars. I hate the way my hair and my clothes smell all the time, and that dry cotton mouth crap in the morning. I go to dry off, and all I can smell is stale smoke in the towels. Food tastes bland, a cough that never dies, and lung capacity that seems to fail me when I need it most. As a singer and a performer, I know that not being able to breathe means failing to prepare. Smoking is preparing to fail. Therefore: Failing to prepare is preparing to fail.
I would love to hear your comments and thoughts on all of this. Rest assured, any questions you may ask will be answered, so be careful what you ask.
Cheers and here is to a better and more balanced (STOP LAUGHING) me ;)