What if every time we went to Tripper’s class it was our last? What would you do different? Sounds a bit much but go with me on this just for grins. Would we enjoy it more? Would we give it our best effort like tomorrow didn’t matter? Would we get there on time and not sashay in like we had all the time in the world?
When I am in his class there is only one thing the next hour. I rarely think about what I did last week or something I am procrastinating about right now. It gets me to focus on exactly what is happening in the moment. Too often I think I am engaged in more important thought and then I wind up misplacing my keys, Bluetooth, wallet and even underwear and socks in my gym bag. If I can just remember to keep my head where my feet are I would save enough time to meditate every day, make calls I keep forgetting to and call a relative or friend I have been neglecting because I am too self absorbed.
Today in the 8:30 I got to sit next to my dear friend Heatherr Featherr (sometimes three r’s) What I like about this young woman is her enthusiasm, determination and commitment. She had already gone swimming before class and there she was saddled up for Tripper Tuesday and ready to roll. She’s young enough to be my daughter and if I had a daughter of my own I would want someone like her. On my right was Connie and I often see her posts about Weight Watchers when I open my page and it makes me think about the only diet I ever went on back in 1975. I went from 214 to 162 in four months on that regimen and of course now it’s so much better with more choices and less limitations. Connie is always smiling and her ebullience spills over every time she’s in propinquity.
Now it’s almost time to head and see my friend Peter Charles in Point Lookout maybe he can help me attach the audio version to my blogs so that I can read my entries to you in my own voice and intonation. I don’t think there’s a 1215 tomorrow because of the Holiday schedule but do check and see. Until next time my friends.
Fondly
Jack
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