While sitting here reading an article by Paul Tillich (trying to learn about him after his book was recommended – thanks), it just dawned on me…
Sitting here, reading like always, indoors, chain-smoking, slowly killing myself. Day in, day out. Makes me ready for winter to be over already. I want to start getting up and out more often, not to bars so much, just out. At least up more. I need more damn exercise. Absolutely do. My diet is slowly improving and I’m laying off sodas again (preferably no more than one 20 oz./week), drinking more black tea and water. Starting to cook at home more regularly instead of wasting money elsewhere. I’m ready to start feeling better physically. My health could improve and it would do me good emotionally and mentally to start working out again and get in a groove. I’ve gotten lazy this past year, though I do walk some. No excuses. Just ready for a change.
And I need to get this television set up so I can watch documentaries and the public station. Time to finish up unpacking and getting this place set up to my liking. Everything kinda went on the back burner the last couple of weeks. But I’m ready for that to change. Tonight I’ll read since I do need to be up fairly early (for me anyways, on a completely different sleep schedule than most folks, in case that isn’t obvious). Have work to do, after a few days off because of heavy snow. Need the money so it’s my pleasure. Might be a good time to get on the horn with a couple of my boys too, arrange for some mutual pleasure. That would be nice, to clear my mind. Got bills to pay and life to sort out.
“No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.” — Hal Borland
“Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do – or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so.” — Stanley Crawford
“To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.” — George Santayana
“In a way winter is the real spring, the time when the inner things happen, the resurge of nature.” — Edna O’Brien
“It was cold out there, bitter, biting, cutting, piercing, hyperborean, marmoreal cold, and there were all these Minnesotans running around outdoors, happy as lambs in the spring.” — Charles Kuralt
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