Anyway, but the people who exercise here, are SO into exercise. Most of them seem to be training for triathlons round the clock. I've heard this area is somewhat of a mecca for training...seems to be true. But I am always me, can't escape it. Out on the trails looking at everyone whizzing by me with their 3% body fat. Me running, wheezing, & feeling my stomach jiggle. Telling myself not to compare, because I know it robs every bit of my joy.
What do I do with these feelings? I was thinking the other day that growing up(yes, I know I'm in my 40's), aging & liking myself, & accepting my body are my battle. Sometimes it seems like every minute of every day, I am fighting the old self destructive thoughts. But some days are better, I am able to show myself some grace. Anyway, will shift gears now, before I go down a rabbit hole.
We have been painting constantly, in the house. The interior was painted every color under the sun. While I admire the previous owners for being ballsy with their color choices, I'm not sure if I need to have my entire living room Peacock Blue. Oh, & the joys of buying an older house...we have asbestos in our ceiling downstairs which apparently requires the full monty in eradication methods(not to mention the 8K). We have been debating what to do with that whole mess. The current thought is to leave the popcorn ceiling, save the money...hey we all lived with it in the 70's. So a lot of projects inside have kept me from setting up my art space yet. I unpacked & hung up a couple of my paintings on the weekend, I think I will go at it full force when some of these other house things we need to get done are checked off the list. Then I will feel more settled & into setting up my creative space.
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