Smarty...

Well I made the jump to a Smartphone last week, but I have to say I had some reservations going into it. In the grown-up world of email, business contacts, appointments, schedules, etc. that I’m currently entering into, nothing beats the efficiency of these hand-held computers. That being said, I still enjoy quite a few activities where I don’t feel right about walking around with a handy little internet connection in my pocket and I certainly don’t want to be worrying about the health of my fancy phone. I’m fully willing to admit I’m addicted to the internet; I’ve been bitten hard by the social networking bug, I loves me some YouTube, and, oh yeah, I’m currently writing to you in my blog…so what does that tell you? If I’m on a trail in the woods or out for a run or in a kayak on the lake I don’t need/want the temptation of utilizing the grid, but I also like the safety net factor of having a phone line out for emergencies. So how did I solve my dilemma? Well, by activating another line on an old, less-smart phone, which I now lovingly refer to as “activity phone.” I’m enjoying my Smartphone, but I also look forward to the times when I get to leave it at home…

Good sore...

Well I went running on tired legs this evening. Why the weary stems, you ask? From skiing yesterday!! Finally made it out on the lake for some cross country skiing. This has been one crazy winter and by that I mean a very noticeable shortage of snow, but we got several inches the other night so out to the lake we went. Fun times yesterday and an acute awareness of my glutes today…

Doctorly...?

God willin' & the creek don't rise...it will be.

Awake...

It is crazy the things you think about when you can't sleep. Last night--or I should say early this morning--as I lay there wide awake, fear was the subject on my mind. I was thinking about how all too often I let fear play a part in my life. I actually switched on a lamp after a while and began writing it down. I am a worrier. I think many of us are worriers. I try to live life pretty mellow and I take daily measures to manage stress, but in reality I am still a worrier. My mind is running with questions with every choice and maneuver. Are things going to turn out well? What does so-and-so think of me? Are my family and friends happy/healthy/proud? What does that thing that so-and-so said mean? What will come of this? Did I handle that right? What should I have said? Will I be successful? ...And the list goes on and on. A healthy amount of fear is a good thing, it keeps us from being wreckless and holds us accountable, but when does fear stop being a guiding light and start being a cage? Yes, I do see the irony that this is what kept me from sleeping; worrying about worrying. I fear that I fear too much...

Solo...

Well I really do miss playing guitar with my friends, but I've been learning quite a few songs solo lately...

Walking in the Sun -- Fink

Called Out in the Dark -- Snow Patrol

Storm...

I have learned that nature is not always kind.
I love the water, but waters are not always calm.
Woods can be a consoling refuge, but at times they can be dark and lonely.
Mountains offer magnificent vistas, but they may prove an arduous test.
And sometimes even the best of us may be thrown into the middle of an unexpected storm.
The question is not why did nature plague us with a challenge, because it is, to some extent, inevitable that these challenges exist—there are circumstances in the natural world that remain out of our control. The question is with how much strength did we fight back…

Chopping...

Salsa and chickpea salad. Sharpened my knife skills making lunch today...