The Power of Push
Each day requires me to push just a bit more. Going up and down the basement steps each morning is in my schedule. I can’t say it’s a bad feeling in the legs and hips and the next time I do it, it feels better. Move, move move. I walked to the east edge of the acre this forenoon and checked out the Hosta under the Hackberry tree and then did a round on the drive. Push, push.
When I got into the house I was ready to sit a bit. My eyes did close for a bit until the phone rang.
Dennis mowed the acre today. I took a bottle of water out as he was finishing up and we sat on the back patio to take in how wonderful the acre looked. The perennials are thick enough to keep weeds at bay. In regard to weeds . . I am betting on my 2022 to be at my best for taking better care of what Dennis doesn’t with the mower.
I have wrangled the laundry and taken care of the dishes in the sink. It’s been a good day.
I truly believe a huge portion of my recovery and health at this time stems from the positive thoughts. I get excited about the good that is coming in the days to come and kick the negative “what ifs” to the back burner.
No one can really know how I feel right now. Yes . . . there is pressure when I cough or sneeze. I feel discomfort at the oddest movements. So be it. It is getting better and with a bit more push each day, I am the one that will know when enough is enough. Rocking chair time is important, only triumphed by a good night’s rest.