I have a Facebook friend who is really just an acquaintance that I met through Marc. She is definitely in the wrong era, because she is a hippie type woman that would have fit right in in the 60's. Some of her posts about worshipping "Mother Earth" make me laugh a little but hey - live and let live, right?
Today she posted something about trusting that the universe has a plan for her and being content to follow that plan.
Oh how I wish I had that belief system!!! I felt really good after the long hike yesterday. I slept well with only a slight bit of ache in the Piriformis a couple of times and woke up feeling really good.
But then I stepped on the scale and discovered the small piece of cake that I had after the run apparently contained about 20,000 calories. I tried not to be too distraught and carried on this morning. I headed out to run and was instantly in agony. I powered through for 3 miles, but could not take the pain any more.
New and improved Jen curiously went into hiding about this time. Fuck it all Jen threatened to emerge.
So I started thinking about the Facebook friend's quote. I wish that I could believe that the injuries and weight gain and this whole road I've traveled being meant for something. That the universe has a plan for me. That I could just relax and believe that whatever happens, it is all part of what should be and that I may not understand it, but it is a-okay.
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