Welcome to Following the Whispers blog
Thank you so much for taking the time to visit. Hope you enjoy your stay. I blog here whenever I feel the need. This blog was created at the time my memoir came out, in February, 2009. Its motto was: creating a life of inner peace and self-acceptance from the depths of despair. Now, my focus is sharing this journey we call life.
“Only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth, and that is not speaking it.” Naomi Wolf
“We are called human beings, not human doings.” Wes Nisker, Buddhist teacher
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs…(And) if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.” Theodore Roosevelt
Wednesday, January 4, 2017
I'm not feeling insecure. Yeah!!! My one and only intention for 2017 is to get physically strong. I realized that if my body isn't healthy and strong, than nothing else I want to accomplish will be possible, so I joined a gym, hired a trainer whom I will work with for a year, and hopefully, that will get my body as strong as it can possibly be. I don't want bodybuilding kind of muscles. Just strength and flexibility so that as I age I can take care of myself in the best way possible.
How this ties in with writing? Energy! I need to feel vital. I choose vitality, not sitting on the couch watching movies all the time when I'm not writing or singing or dancing. I need energy for everything I want to do. And if my body's not feeling strong and healthy, I don't have energy to do everything I want to do.
I'll leave you with my first experience at the gym. I did a water aerobics class. I didn't wear my glasses in the pool. I left them in the locker. When the class was over, I walked into the locker room. Three men stood there and covered their private parts. I stood in shock for a few seconds asking myself, "What's wrong with this picture." Then I realized what I'd done and turned around and walked back into the pool area. The women in the pool all applauded me. I laughed and walked into the women's locker room, thinking if that's the worst that happens to me at the gym, I'll be all right. What's kept me from joining a gym in the past is fear of hurting myself.
What about you?