My thoughts in regard to the post of yesterday stemmed from limits that are hard to accept within my being. The old adage “The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak” has come home to roast.
Last year and years before, I would mow our 50′ x 260′ lot with my push lawnmower. Grant it, buildings and gardens aside, it was still a doable workout. This year, I am doing the front yard and the grass that is beside the house. I bow to Dennis and his riding lawnmower for the lawn in the backyard to be taken care of. He has always done the far portion of the acre and this year he just takes extended swats.
The gardens have been tended and just in time as the biting bugs have found us. I am back at my niche in the sewing room. I can no longer sit at the sewing machine for hours on end. Now, I have to remind myself to get up every hour and go to a different venue. My back is thankful for those “timeouts.” I have learned to avoid days of pain when I couldn’t do anything. An hour here and an hour there can still show progress in a project. Our dining room is designated for hand sewing. I have known for years that standing or working on concrete floors for extended periods can have an adverse effect on my legs and back. Knowing it and adhering to it is new for me this year. Yup, I can still learn a few new tricks when it benefits my physical comfort.
By listening to what my body tells me, I still experience everything I always have in the past, just being a bit wiser going about it.