Lately, I have noticed that it was becoming harder and harder for me to make any changes in my life. I was becoming housebound. I noticed that waking up I got in a rut of making myself a cup of coffee with cream no sugar and having a cup of plain yogurt with two teaspoons of sugar. Then I watch the news in the morning flipping between CNN and Fox to get two sides of the story. Then I check my computer and emails and often work on the computer for my property management business… while checking my Facebook account for fun. Then I shower and dress and think about the errands I must accomplish for either today or tomorrow. Clean and straighten up my apartment. Boring, boring, boring. I started postponing errands and postponing getting my hair done and nails done. Maybe it can wait till next month.
Then one night … late at night, I couldn’t sleep thinking about how my life was passing me by and I was still just sitting in front of the computer or the television or just staring and thinking. This is fine to do every once-in-a-while but not day after day, week after week. So I decided to make a few changes… just little changes at first. I started waking up at a different hour. Made myself an egg and sausage and a piece of toast for breakfast. Stopped having my one vodka cocktail before dinner. Bought white wine and fill a glass with ice and pour one, no, two glasses of white wine for my nightly cocktail. Bought cheese and crackers for a snack and tossed out the chips. Moved my furniture around and rolled up the carpets to show the wood floors. I decided to start this blog. I had been thinking about writing a blog for maybe??? Two years??? Do you know what forced me to finally write the blog? I started telling people that I was going to write a blog. Heck, I had to write it because I told so many people that I was going to write one. I even came up with the name. This forced me to take action.
Sitting alone gets boring so I decided I needed to make new friends in my new city. I put a notice in my building’s community page and suggested starting a wine club where we would meet once a month. About four people answered this notice … so I decided to start the first club meeting at my apartment… and next week I am sponsoring the first wine tasting with 6 bottles of red and 6 bottles of white wine and a few trays of hors d’oeuvres and renting a bartender to help.
Every now and then we get stuck … it is easier to do nothing than it is to do something. For me I believe it is hard to take a chance. Everything is a chance and can end up in failure or embarrassment but this is what makes life interesting and worthwhile. Yes, it does get harder the older we get to take chances, but taking a chance at life and at love, is worth it.
I finally moved from the country to the big city. I live alone for the first time in 35 years. I am starting AT LAST to work out on my stationary bike and since I am mentioning it here today on my blog this will force me to work out at my gym as well. Since I am telling you all about my goals … I will HAVE TO EXERCISE and I HATE TO EXERCISE. Can’t keep putting this off because I am getting older and I need to keep moving to keep the blood flowing and the mind awake. For my birthday I am starting a course on line to improve my French. I can’t keep speaking in the present tense. I need to improve speaking in the past and the future.
I have had short hair for a long time but about a year ago I started growing my hair and now it is below my shoulders. Am I too old to have long hair…? Hey I don’t care … it is long and blond and now I wear it in a ponytail and in a braid and this summer I will wear it in a bun. BTW I am never going grey … I might be a blond until I am 99. I might stick a few flowers in my hair too…. Who knows?
Love… well not sure if that will ever happen again, but, not saying it won’t either. Heck, some handsome stranger might just appear out of nowhere and then, maybe just maybe, I will take a chance? Who knows?
Until Next Week…
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