The Winds of Change

     My original intention for this blog was to use it as a tool for the self-discipline of writing on a regular basis.  My thought was that writing regularly might eventually lead to the dream I've always had of writing a book someday.  Yet, you can see by the dates of this post and the last one that I've let almost a month go by without writing. In the spirit of all the other things I've said on this blog, I won't let a lapse in my own self-discipline cause me to quit altogether. 

     Given that - on to the subject of the day - change!  I seem to be addicted to it.  My husband and I have changed residences many times since our marriage almost 25 years ago.  My aunt Glenda says we have "itchy feet".  The reasons have really been many - moving to a nicer rental when our income improved, moving out of rentals that turned out to have problems the landlord wouldn't address, moving to a new part of the state to live life in the country, moving to a new state for another perspective, etc.

One Step

I love to sleep.

Well, actually I love that time in the morning when I wake up before the alarm goes off and realize that I have the luxury of lying there in my warm, cozy bed for another hour or more, that I can go back to sleep, that the lovely dream I was having might come back.  It's the absolute comfort of being under the covers with a soft pillow under my head - with no demands on my time yet - with no outside world crashing in.

So, when I decided that getting up early in the morning to exercise was something I needed to do, I wasn't sure if I could give up that lovely morning comfort.  When the first morning came, and the alarm buzzed its irritating buzz, I hesitated (after slamming the snooze button first). Did I really want to get up at this ungodly hour, on purpose, to put on tennis shoes, turn on the DVR and sweat before breakfast? 

Then I discovered something very surprising.