How oft would I do this......Not often enough I must say. However last week, I controlled the events rather than have them control me.
Tuesday, I just took the day off and went on my EAT A THON and on friday I did yet have another leisurely day. I was not deterred with bruises on my behind from a fall from the staircase. I had just told my doctor friend I was starting to experience pain within the confines of my heels when I awake in the morning, and he explained to me the reason with some medical jargon. I rolled my eyes as he was practically speaking Greek to me. The words uttered went straight into my right ear and travelled through the ear tunnel,coming out through the left! THat's how I handle things unless I jot them down. The salient thing though was his prescription........."Use footwear and it will help". Being the good obedient girl I am, I did that the day I went home. Whilst I am generally a size 6 (unfortunately) only shoes and not dress size.......sniggers!!! I took the good doctor's advice and found some slippers. Not being quite used to slippers and descending downstairs in the morning the following day,HUMPTY DUMPTY had a great fall. I thank God for whomever invented banisters as it broke my fall.And that is how my behind got the bruises.
That friday morning, bruised behind and all, I was delighted to go to the gym. I had already missed my 2 days earlier in the week. Following a relatively moderate sweat session of sit ups and what have yous with stepper and treadmill, I was ready to go get my grub for the morning. I had made an appointment with a hairdresser so I had time to feed my tummy and my mind was to dwell in good old coffee bean until the saloon opened.
Maureen, my partner in crime arrives and we jumped the escalator as we are greeted on 3rd level by our "King" as he calls himself. King ushers us in the student section and the "party" begins". We sacrifice our heads yet another time for the students to do whatever they pleased. Being an empty nester and in the natural age group of wrong side of the 40s, my deal was to color my naturally greying hair and being the cheeky and vain person I am, I wanted some highlights thrown in as well. My colleague and I exchanged glances at each other and chuckled as both of us were just going to have some fun as we colored our hair.As my title suggests......I pampered myself and requested for a pedicure too!......I told the girl to allow me to keep my fingers for the dough and save her nail polish for a manicure I did not need.
Finally, 2.30 came and looking like a blondie I did not like, I stepped out of the shop delighted at the price, to say the least.
I zoomed across the city to meet with my daughters for an awfully late lunch and they were very kind with their comments on my hair.General talk flowed to general parenting. We talked and I told them I had 2 issues......one I fell down the stairs and 2......I think I might be going through menopause! My older daughter interjected quickly......to best stay clear of me for a while as it is known menopausal women tend to behave strangely........I wanted to tell her she did not need a 10 ft pole and I'd still like to see them time and again. Our lunch continued and we parted ways happily.
Saturday morning, I spruced my body to take a light beating at the tread mill and off again for yet another treat at The COffee Bean. Whilst I have had kind words spoken to me regarding my new blond look.......... I was still not pleased with what I felt was not me. Richard Carslon kept me company but made me cry. I am not quite sure why but I think it was because the chapter I read was so relevant to my experience the night before. I was carrying this heavy burden as I was terribly upset and distraught at some not very pleasant events in my spiritual abode........My Church. I could not help it, I just saturated myself pages within pages, not lifting my head up. I was in a way glued to the contents and both my eyes and mind were soaked.......though with a sigh of relief that followed. I knew I learnt something and I am a lover to learning. One of the books I am reading now is "What about the BIG stuff" in life. How does one deal with and cope. I felt the hurt I was experiencing from last night was not necessary, and in a way this particular chapter allowed me to see things in a different perspective.
As I was savoring the toast on salmon at Coffee Bean, I had a tug of war with myself mentally. I had.....over the last few months made a deal with myself. I told myself I would always learn to accept whatever comes my way. The practice was serious stuff as far as I was concerned as I would consciously accept things as they came in my path. Just to explain how I very much wanted to put this to practise, I have a certain way to put in toilet paper on the roll, and if I went into a toilet and the paper was put in a reversed way, I would normally "correct it", taking it out of it's place and place it the way I thought was "best". Now, I am glad when I have such an encounter, I would tell myself to accept things the way they are when I found them! It really takes practise. Thus, when I wanted to go re fix my hair, I felt I was not putting to practise what I started. I was actually wondering whether I should proceed or not, and finally for the sake of vanity(eye balls rolling up),I went forth to re fix my hair.I broke my rule..........and all for vanity. Head drooping and somewhat embarassed I place my physical appearance before my self improvement practise or my new principles in living a simplistic life.
I thought touche', I tried but this was a valid reason to break the rule. I am but a girl, who wants to look good, and in the process will feel good.
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