Saturday, December 14, 2019
I’ve been noticing that I wake up every morning with a slight feeling of grumpiness/apprehension. Well, I can’t help what thoughts come into my mind as soon as I wake up, but I can decide what to do with them.
This morning I saw a photo of Tao Porchon-Lynch on my Facebook feed. She’s a yoga teacher who is 101 years old. I usually pay little attention to what appears on my Facebook page, and although it’s not the first time she’s appeared, this time she caught my attention, and I washed the dishes watching YouTube videos of her. She’s had a fascinating life, and she’s one of those Pollyanna types who are adorable rather than unbelievable - like the actual Pollyanna herself. When she wakes up in the morning, she thinks, “This is going to be the best day of my life.”
She wears colors I love: pinks, purples, reds, and she has long red fingernails and wears high heels - those, I’m not going to emulate - the heels, I mean - but I wouldn’t mind long pink fingernails if I could maintain them.
A slight change of subject. I went to an end-of-year party with colleagues this week. I was amazed by the physical challenges some of them have, despite being ten or more years younger than me - challenges which are not lifestyle-related - just very bad luck. I went home not feeling like grousing to myself about my sore bunions - the reason I’ve given up heels. In fact, for the first time in a very long time, I’d drunk a lot of beer and floated painlessly to the station without grousing about the long dreary walk either.
After two end-of-year celebrations, I’m out of the maintenance challenge but I don’t care. I’ll soon be back on it.