Whenever I forget the lessons I’ve learned about myself, I start to feel sad and even sorry for myself. Lesson number one is that I need regular exercise. Unfortunately I have allowed the oppressively hot weather to control the way I treat myself. So on Saturday I went to the mall and walked. And then I walked some more. Five miles. That’s my daily minimum for feeling healthy.
There was a crowd in the mall because it was tax-free weekend on clothing and school supplies. In some NC counties, school starts this week. Naturally I had to go along with the crowd and check out some of the sales. Typically when I walk at the mall I try not to shop. Well, except maybe the book store. I trekked through several of the large department stores and am happy to say I was mostly not tempted. But when I spotted this bright red t-shirt with the silver star I stopped and checked it out. And came home with it. I love red. It energizes me. I think the star was sending me a not so subliminal message–that I can be a “star” if I choose. (In my defense, it is a good quality shirt and the price was peanuts.)
On Sunday morning, I put on my black jeans (they’re a bit more dressy than the blue ones, tee hee) and my new red star shirt and off to church I went, creating my own “casual” day. And guess what! I had the smoothest day yet with my techno job. I know–it had more to do with my growing experience and familiarity with the equipment than with the new shirt. I’m just saying…
Sunday evening I went to an early pizza dinner with a group of elderly women. (Yes, more elderly than I.) I wore my red shirt. I think my exuberance was still pulsing. I hope I didn’t overdo it. They are lovely ladies and I’m sure I can learn a great deal from them if I can make myself sit down, shut up, and listen. Not an easy task when I’m wearing my red star shirt. 🙂
Baseball (Life?) is 90% mental and the other half is physical. ~ Yogi Berra