Waiting for the other shoe...

This topic comes to mind now that 'everyone' is involved in a struggling economy. 'We' all share the worry of what the world has in store for us and when we will be swallowed up in misery.

I am reminded of a shoal of glistening fish, all of whom should be enjoying the brightness of the day. The image is more powerful because all the fish point in one direction at any one time. But then my eye is drawn to one of them that is headed in the exact opposite direction, one who chooses to be different. He survives because he sees the feeding shark coming.

We can live our lives frightened that we will be overtaken by maurading sharks or we can refuse to participate in that game. We can remove ourselves from the 'if...' and 'when?' dichotomy of worry (and this is exhausting) and establish our own rules.

My choice of happiness over misery (always choosing happiness, by the way) is a daily decision that has becom an habit. I appreciate the influence that this has on others; they seek some of my feelings for themselves. I call this commerce.

Exercise

How much is enough? Transferring between chairs on a busy day is a heap of exercise. Also getting to and from the driver's seat in my van, along with other stretching, should add up to a respectable total and render me fit.
I had slackened off my weights training (dumbells) over the last stages of winter - only a week or so. Feeling the resistance of the weights Thursday felt so good and 30 minutes passed so quickly.

Yesterday was a different story. I had painful biceps, triceps,deltoids, and to reach for something was a movement to be avoided. Mostly it hurt when I laughed (about the futility of exercise). I seemed to be a walking billboard for avoiding exercise at all costs. My loving spouse, the Therapist, (apart from snickering at my misfortune) recommended more of the same - more often.