One moment I’m lying in bed. listening to a pre-recorded thunderstorm. The next, I am gyrating madly on a dance floor. It did take some convincing, but in the end, I must admit I am glad I dragged myself out. I needed the exercise, in both the mind and body sense.
There are hardly many healthy outlets these days. I would enjoy a few whacks at a golf ball were I not in manhattan, but that may have to wait anyway, as my body likely would not appreciate any strenuous movement anytime soon.
I’ve been noticing lately, even when everything seems to be so very loud, it stays so quiet on the inside. Little things become big things, which is why I think we don’t often notice the symptoms of change as the process occurs.
There is that old saying, be careful what one wishes for. It feels a bit more serious than it used to.