Had
a restful day yesterday mainly because I let myself be tired without making it
a mental thing -- a wonderful
development. I realized I must have been tired from the hike to the Magic Forest, didn’t question it too much. I always know as soon as I wake up in the
morning that I am tired. Earlier, I would deplore it, wonder what was wrong
with me. I did worry a bit when I had trouble climbing stairs, getting winded
and panting, whether it was my heart. And I did push myself a bit when I found
myself lying sluggishly in bed with a bit of Ginseng and coffee, and
dragged myself to the study and organized it, bit by bit, slow as a snail, till
I collapsed and came up to bed and took a nap. But the rest of the day was
without ideation around my tiredness, not even embroidering or reading, or
going for a walk, though I did do thirty minutes of what I call geriatric yoga, slow and relaxed. So, this is the new me. I have good days followed by bad days because on good
days I do too much. As I age I have to be conscious of several things:
1.
Become
aware as soon as I get tired and back off.
2.
Don’t
do more than I can
3.
Take
as much of rest as I need
4.
Allow
myself to be vacant and idle.
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