“I don’t look at what others are doing. I just put on my goggles and steam ahead.” – Bobbi Brown
No time to fear
There’s so much to do
All the fun to be had
When you’re being you
This is your fuel
Doing things you were born to do.
No need to worry
Take your eyes off the rest
Fix them on that you do best.
Let the world be
It does not belong on your shoulders.
This is your fuel
Just being you.
“Some people regard discipline as a chore. For me, it is a kind of order that sets me free to fly.” – Julie Andrews
Tie that shoe lace
Start the race
Pick up the pace
And start to feel great
Keep the momentum
On the table is one of the most colorful breakfasts I have ever made for myself. More importantly, the colours and vibrancy signify the joy that we must all know and have when blessed with such abundance- especially the abundance of health.
You see for the past one month I have been under the weather. Though gradual recovery was taking place the whole time it was challenging to be somewhat incapacitated, with normal activities like going to the gym and whipping up a simple meal, not to mention staying on top of things at work becoming a tiring struggle. So I’ve had to slow down and make a conscious effort to not think of things beyond my control while operating at 50 percent of my usual capacity, and just tell myself I had to rest and get well. After all the doctor said it was a viral infection that would go off as long as I rested and took care of myself.
So finally, here I am, back in the pink of health again. My appetite is back! Which explains the size of my breakfast. My muscles are also aching from the gym workout two days ago- the gratifying sort of pain I haven’t experienced in a while!
So here’s raising my colourful mug of local coffee with fresh milk to health, before I click Publish and return to my plate to finish off the last piece of bacon, kiwi fruit, flour-free toast with cheese, and the Sarawakian layer cake. Here’s to good health and may we make the best of what we have.
This post is part of SoCS:
Today the remains of 20 of the Malaysians who perished in the MH17 tragedy reached home.
My somber mood will never come any close to the grief that their loved ones must be feeling. At work we do our part by flying flags at half mast. Some co-workers are wearing black. I stay away from bright colours and have no makeup on.
Hopefully the knowledge that the rest of the country is standing in solidarity with the bereaved will bring some consolation to them. Sometimes the only words we need to say in times like these are as simple as “I am here with you.”
Trust is telling your hairstylist what you want to look like and then taking a nap while he snips away, having no doubt that when you open your eyes your hair would look good–and even if it doesn’t he will snip again and get it right!
This post is part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday:
sound of still voice–“all is well”