Men’s Health Mag ranks Lexington, KY as most “sedentary” city based on exercise. Maybe they should change the name to “Relaxington.”
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Month: July 2011
Half Way: A Blog Post
Yesterday, marked the halfway point for 2011. I was surprised to see that reminder from the Change Anything blog (changeanything.com) a book that I am currently reading, not because I had not followed through on my New Years resolution.com but mainly because I had stayed the course. I lost weight, I started reading again, planned and took a few trips and wrote some. I did not just have one resolution but many and I am sticking to them not because I wanted to because I needed to. In the past few years, I have begun to feel less like myself and more a social being trying to please others and you know what, it fucking sucks! I much rather be in the days when I was true to my vision and focus and did what I pleased but then I realized that was not ideal either as I often did events that made much less money than I expected. I never did find the balance of running a successful promotion company and label, and a personal life. But few years back, I felt like I had sold myself out just to be successful but even writing that does not feel true. The reality is that I always managed to get to the halfway but somewhere, somehow, I get derailed before getting to the end, and that is what worries me. Losing focus. My dream is to be the person I have always imagined myself to be, and at 39, I don’t have much time before I am defined by the years behind me.
So here’s to being halfway there, sticking to my guns and being the person I have always imagined myself to be. Wish me luck.
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- New Year’s Resolutions: A Midpoint Analysis (inurbase.wordpress.com)
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- Halfway there (scrapbooklady.typepad.com)
Food For Thought for Sunday, July 3rd, 2011
Difference Between Strength and Courage
It takes strength to be firm.
It takes courage to be gentle. It takes strength to stand guard.
It takes courage to let down your guard. It takes strength to conquer
It takes courage to surrender. It takes strength to be certain.
It takes courage to have doubt. It takes strength to fit in.
It takes courage to stand out. It takes strength to feel a friend’s pain.
It takes courage to feel your own pain. It takes strength to hide feelings.
It takes courage to show them. It takes strength to endure abuse.
It takes courage to stop it. It takes strength to stand alone.
It takes courage to lean on another. It takes strength to love.
It takes courage to be loved. It takes strength to survive.
It takes courage to live.
It takes courage to be gentle. It takes strength to stand guard.
It takes courage to let down your guard. It takes strength to conquer
It takes courage to surrender. It takes strength to be certain.
It takes courage to have doubt. It takes strength to fit in.
It takes courage to stand out. It takes strength to feel a friend’s pain.
It takes courage to feel your own pain. It takes strength to hide feelings.
It takes courage to show them. It takes strength to endure abuse.
It takes courage to stop it. It takes strength to stand alone.
It takes courage to lean on another. It takes strength to love.
It takes courage to be loved. It takes strength to survive.
It takes courage to live.
Food For Thought for Saturday, July 2nd, 2011
A man once went to a fortune teller, curious to know what she would say about his future. The fortune teller looked into her magic ball and then her facial expression said it all. The man would die, she said, involved in a bus accident. This would happen within two to three months time, but she couldn’t say exactly when. The man went home, depressed and worried telling himself how he never really believed in fortune tellers. Why should he now?
When two months passed, he had thought about what she said, day in and day out. Now he decided to lock himself in his house where he wouldn’t come close to any busses for the next month.
Another 3 weeks went by when the man came down the stairs from his bedroom to make some coffee. His little son had left his toys on the floor of which one was a little toy bus. The man stepped on the bus, after his last step down the stairs, slipped and knocked his head against the stairway railing and died instantly.
Moral of the story: “Live life on the edge, don’t lock yourself away.”
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Regret: A Blog Post
“Hey Sanjay, your _______ has been taken to the hospital. Nothing to be worried about and…” the rest of the words were a blur as the immense guilt overwhelmed as I imagined that person not being part of my life. In mili seconds, all the memories, half-said reminders to do more, talk more, spend more time with that all important person hit, and I numbly went through the motions of changing out of my workout clothes and got into the shower. The water touched my body but not my mind, and I cannot remember if I had soaped myself or just stood in the water, aching for all the things I never got around to doing with them. “Please, please let it be all ok. Please let them be here” I prayed to the nameless entity, my entire soul focused on the regrets of not doing more, of the last time I met them and the laughter we shared. I just could not imagine not seeing them during my wedding, now only 28 days more and wondered what kind of cruel Being takes away even that much happiness from me and them.
It was at 1am and as I sat in that hospital room, relieved that for now everything was ok, I was ashamed at my selfishness. I only thought about me and my feelings, and tried to imagine how they must feel to lie in that bed and know that each subsequent hospital visit could be their last. I watched as they breathed gently, at peace and smiling drowsily each time the nurse came by, jarring us both with the harsh light, apologizing for intruding but not really meaning it.
So there we sit in that room, regret my friend while relief the soldier who conquered that small room, allowing for another day, another moment, of just being with them.
Darkness. Light. Regret. Relief. We are who we allow ourselves to be.
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- Severe regret (learnfrommyfail.failblog.org)
- If only… expression of deep regrets (lostemerald.wordpress.com)
Food For Thought for Friday, July 1st, 2011
Cleaning Lady
During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one: “What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?”
Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade. “Absolutely,” said the professor. “In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say “hello”. I’ve never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.