I fight through another case of I Just Can’t Even in hopes of at least making a Wrist to Forehead Sunday blog post. I had thought I would go running this morning and write about yesterday’s and today’s run. However, when I looked out the window I saw it had snowed overnight. I don’t mind running in the snow; it takes more effort so is a better work-out. This year, unfortunately, there is a lot of ice under the snow. I’ve seen it; I’ve slipped on it. I stayed inside.
I wasn’t wearing these leggings, but you get the idea.
I had great ambitions for the day. I was going to go shopping and buy things that I could use to complete projects. OK, that was the big ambition. Cleaning the house did not enter into it, but it should have. Then again, who cares what ambitions I may have had when I ran into a huge block of I Just Can’t Even around 9 a.m. (I got up at six).
Only I’m not that skinny, and I can’t do that with my hair.
I know there are cures for I Just Can’t Even. They don’t all work for all people. “You just have to make yourself,” has never worked for me. I have experienced some success with “Well, just try.” Today I tried, “Just put one thing away.” Actually I put away more than one thing, but not nearly enough.
What I feel like these days.
There are worse things than sitting around feeling like The Blob. I will bestir myself to take a walk this afternoon. Ooh, here’s a Freudian typo: I first put, “I will bestie myself.” I will be my own best friend by taking a walk. After, exercise is the magic elixir that makes many things better.
I love a blue sky and a bare tree!
I end with a cheerful picture of something I will probably see when I take my walk. Who doesn’t love a blue sky? Actually, I also enjoy a grey, gloomy sky. Hey, the more things you like, the more chances for a happy mood. I hope you are having a lovely Sunday.
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