Yeah so I take my health for granted. Or maybe it isn't my health, but the feeling of being in good health. I mean most days I wake up feeling refreshed. I can breathe deeply. I feel energized and ready to tackle the day ahead. But rarely do I ever stop to actually appreciate how freaking awesome that is and how good it feels.
At least I don't until I wake up one morning, such as this past Thursday, unable to breathe through my nose and chilling hardcore.
To sum it up: being sick SUCKS!
I have found though a certain combination of over-the-counter medications, cough drops, and vitamin C that does make the symptoms bearable enough to go on with the day-to-day tasks. Plus I always try to remember that a short period of suffering from the flu pales in comparison to what some chronically ill people have to put up with everyday indefinitely. Persecutive really is everything.
On the flip side though I did have a really AWESOME surprise this past Friday.
A motherfucking night stand!!!
Yeah you probably don't get it so let me share a bit of back story.
I have been living on my own now for 3 years.
Kelsey and I saved a lot prior to getting our own place and unlike most our age had the opportunity to furnish almost every room in our place however neither of us had any bedroom furniture per say. Thus our bedroom has literally only had a bed and an old wardrobe in it for the past three years.
This sucked because I am a big believer in reading before bed and writing as soon as I wake up both of which are habits that are made easier for me if I can leave what I need for these habits right next to the bed. Not to mention an accompanying cup of freshly made coffee.
This is where not having a night stand really put a cramp in my style. We put off buying a pair forever. I am not really all that sure why. I guess we always felt there was something more pressing or necessary to spend the extra cash on. But thanks to the generosity of our family members we received a pair of night stands as wedding gifts that we had placed on our registry (I guess this marriage thing is going to benefit me in the end ; D).
Yeah so to say I am pretty fucking excited about this piece of furniture is an under statement. Probably the most excited I have ever been about a piece of furniture.
I know I am a bit different.
Alright I can sense you are growing tired about hearing about my latest furniture acquisition and illness. Plus I have a snow day to enjoy and make use of so let's get to this week's list of stuff to read.
Check your shit. Our you defining who you are based on some external metric? Do you derive your sense of self worth on something other than the fact that you were fearfully and wonderfully made and eternally loved? This one will speak to you. I know it did to me.
I asked a client of mine who I know is single if she was going to be showing herself some Valentine's Day self love this past Friday. Her response was "Fuck no." I couldn't help but laugh because it was funny and she normally doesn't talk like that, but after a bit of time I couldn't help but say a short little prayer for her afterward. I mean it is sad to me that anyone has to spend any part of their life feeling so poorly about themselves. I though Mrs. Fonooni did an excellent job of speaking on the topic of self love in this piece.
It has deadlift in the title. Do you need more of a reason to read it?
Happy moving and heavy lifting
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