Yes, this is the winter of my discontent, physically and emotionally. To further exacerbate the stress, my body seems to think it's in hibernation mode from the cold so it keeps adding pounds to store body heat. Gah!
Last week, I joined a weight-loss group at school. Younger colleague had the brilliant idea to install a scale and logbook and we all get to privately weigh-in weekly and set our own goals. The 30-something gals are bouncing around celebrating their first-week successes while I take the boots off, step on the damn flashy new-age scale, and discover I gained two pounds. I now owe the kitty money. This can be as challenging as managing my IRA.
Looking for consolation, I turn to my online meditation of the day and find this ...
The Autumn of Life
The autumn leaves can dazzle us with their magnificent colors: deep red, purple, yellow, gold, bronze, in countless variations and combinations. Then, shortly after having shown their unspeakable beauty, they fall to the ground and die. The barren trees remind us that winter is near. Likewise, the autumn of life has the potential to be very colorful: wisdom, humor, care, patience, and joy may bloom splendidly just before we fall to the ground and die.
As we look at the barren trees and remember our dead, let us be grateful for the beauty we saw in them ....
Now, with all due respect to the anonymous writer, I get the point. However, I've got so many barren trees outside my window right now that I'd rather concentrate on those two mums I bought for Easter. Jenn is saving my emails for after I die while my spiritual guru is reminding me that the autumn of life doesn't last long.
I think it's time for a vacation. Maybe an online dating service. If I have to go out, I'd like to go out with a bang.
Pardon the pun.