Trying to Relax

I struggle with the idea of relaxing a lot of the time. This morning, during my Miracle Morning routine, I felt frantic, like I just needed to do more in every aspect of my life. Do I need to do better in many ways? Yes. I don't remember feeling that consumed by it in a long time, though. It took me longer than usual to get through my routine because I felt that I needed to do more or something else with my time. 

When I got to the exercise portion (I do this at the end), I felt like I needed to do a longer yoga session. There was a 30 minute flow that I cut short last week because I needed to get ready for work that I wanted to do to the end. I searched my history in Apple Fitness+ and easily found it. I was already feeling better knowing I was putting thought into action. 

As I started this yoga session, I set the intention to feel relaxed. I went through each move to the best of my ability. The middle part was difficult, but I felt accomplished when I could bring myself through it. The last 10 minutes were stretches I needed very badly and was able to relax into each one. In the end I felt...RELAXED! I needed that so bad. I am so thankful to have been lead to this workout!

Me Reading

 

I used to hate reading. I wanted to like reading, but I just didn’t. I was a slow reader, and I always had to read books that were boring. Were there books that I liked? Yes. I loved Judy Blume books, 1984 (I know I’m one of the few), and a few others here and there, but I didn’t have the time to read these books very often because there was so much that I HAD to read for school. Therefore, I saw reading as something I had to do. 

In my early 20s, I finally was able to discover the joy of reading whatever I wanted to read without a deadline. I rode the express bus to work and wanted something to do while riding. (This was in the late 1990s, so I didn’t have a cellphone/smartphone to play games.) The person I was married to at the time suggested that I read and even had a few books that he thought I would like, so I tried it. Guess what? I like it! For the rest of our marriage, he often bought me books. 

Now, I find myself with reading mostly nonfiction with a bit of fiction sprinkled in. I am grateful to the person who help me find the joy of reading. I thankful that Chad indulges me in this hobby even when it means that I have a stack of books next to my bed waiting to be read. Mostly, I’m so thankful for the authors that write in a way that draw me in and keep me reading