Seasons Of My Life
Autumn
my favorite season
The Scoop
Happy New Year gang! I hope you had a fabulous holiday season. Mine was fine but I am so ready for new beginnings. I never look back, only forward and if I look really close I can see hope and joy. But there are some unknowns.
You see, I break my life up into seasons. The early years, birth to twenty 25 were like spring, fresh, new, a time to learn. Then from about 25 to 50, I felt like my life was summer. Warm, a time to nurture others, continue to learn and bask in the potentials of future. At about 50 I feel like I moved into the autumn of my life. My favorite time so far. I have let go of some of the need to nurture others and spend more time taking care of myself. I feel I am stronger mentally and physically than in the spring of my life and more confident than summer. Like the seasons, I want autumn to never end. I am not certain when I will enter my winter season. I know physically a lot of the decline that comes with aging can really show up in the 70s. The winter season for me is where the unknown is lurking. When will I start needing more support? When will I notice physical decline that can’t be reversed? When will I look in the mirror and see a stranger? Or will any of that happen? Questions, there are many to answer or not. I plan to put one foot in front of the other and continue this journey with a grateful heart. I wake up every day thinking anything can happen and it could be wonderful!
Resolutions Not
This is the first year I can remember where I did not make resolutions. I decided to be reckless and wing it! That is a big deal for a Type A person. I did wake up feeling renewed in a way that only the start of a new year can make me feel. I put on my old workout clothes and prepared for a morning run.
We are in Arizona now for a few months and it is cold for this part of the country. Close to freezing at night and highs in the 40s the first few days here. The forecast looks to be sunny and warmer though with each passing day. Anyway, I have three layers on here to keep me warm for my run. And since it has been muddy and raining I am wearing all old things saving my new active wear for nicer weather. And I can’t wait.
I haven’’t run consistently for a while so I wasn’t sure how it would go. But five minutes in I was feeling the old elated feeling that running brings me. Joy was in my heart and I was thinking of potentials and positives rather than the gloom and doom swirling around this old world right now. I went two and half miles and everything was working fine. It was the best way to start the first day of the new year.
In my mom’s words
Cheryl only has two speeds, running and asleep.
Breakfast of Champions
Well my breakfast anyway. Ha ha! Lately I have been enjoying this meal after a run or hike. It is very healthy and so good. I get the big bags of frozen berries which are supposed to be even more nutritious than fresh and add a cup to a half cup of Greek yogurt, fresh walnuts and a couple tablespoons of wheatgerm. Mix it up and enjoy!
