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Mrs Athlete's Musings
My Fitness Corner column, perfectionism begone, mundane miracles, Happy Place, and I appreciate YOU!
My monthly fitness column
In my latest Fitness Corner, I discuss the momentum of doing nothing (it came as a shock when I realized I had become too comfortable on the couch!) Thankfully, I’m now working my way back to doing “something” because what’s the alternative? And perceiving myself as “healing” not “healthy” is part of my work as well in not overdoing my recovery. Speaking of . . .
Recovering from perfectionism
Initially, I was rather perturbed when Epic Husband informed me that he had found a couple of typos in the post I sent out a couple of weeks ago. How did I not catch those typos? Normally, I am extremely precise, editing and re-editing my words even as I write, then setting it aside so I can go back and re-read it to make sure it’s perfect, then inevitably I work on it some more because it’s not yet perfect, which only delays its submission for even longer, usually. I can get away with this when I am writing once a month, but not when my primary goal is to publish once a week.
After I immediately went and corrected the typos on my published post (of course I did) I thought little more of it (well, okay, I am writing about it here.) Can it be that I am becoming less of a perfectionist? Less hard on myself? More likely to laugh than berate myself for distributing “subpar” work? Living with perfectionism has been more of a dirge than anything, says the person who would know, because that is my life. Hopefully, this is a new trend, me recovering!
PS If you see any typos let me know immediately!
Speaking of typos, at least I didn’t do this (oh hell no!)
When the mundane becomes miraculous
Five days ago I woke up with my ankle pain practically gone, and it has pretty much stayed that way since (all fingers and toes crossed.) This morning I managed my third ten-minute walk this week (down the block and back.) A minimal walk I wouldn’t have thought twice about has become something I want to weep in relief over. It feels like an absolute miracle!
As I walked (nice and easy, of course) I marveled at the wet patches on the road, the dewy foliage, and the long-absent feeling of freshness in the air. Miraculously, a downpour finally occurred last night (the forecast has teased our neighborhood multiple times with “chance of thunderstorms” but we have not seen rain in months.) We have felt its absence keenly. It’s a stark difference from when our neighbors had to close their restaurant due to flooding several years in a row. Rain has become “rain!”
There are miracles in the mundane, if we’re willing to perceive them.
Every day this summer that I limped outside to my happy place felt like a miracle. Pool time is my mini-escape to joy, peace, ease and happiness, this year more than ever.
There is a joke that goes something like this: What are the best two days of a boat owner’s life? The day he buys a boat and the day he sells it.
Insert “pool owner” and that’s about how much trouble and expense we have endured with our pool. But I, who have been obsessed with pools since as long as I can remember, can only marvel at the positivity this pool brings into my life.
Can you put a price on your Happy Place?
With great appreciation
I’m overwhelmed by your replies, comments, likes and feedback in response to this still very new publication. I have one goal for the time being: publish my writing once a week (typos and all!) Distributing my weekly posts to you gives me a sense of purpose and motivation I would not otherwise enjoy. Please know how much I appreciate you.
Thank you for joining me on my writing journey.
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