pacing oneself

Wedding RSVPs are trickling in, in the mail - tiny envelopes delivered to the end of our driveway. Email is cool and all, but nothing beats the hand written, hand delivered, good ol' Canada post. Even tho it cost ten bucks to send my moms a bar of soap for mother's day... and stamps keep going up... it's still worth it! I find myself listening for the little burl in the driveway at 2:30 that means the mail ladies have come and gone. And the small break I can take from the computer to slowly walk down the drive, listen to the birds, smell the air, and check the little metal box.

I'm losing my back more and more and it's starting to become a growing concern... how will my spine carry babies if I can barely stand up at the end of the day? How can I keep smiling as I age if the pain just gets worse and worse? Yoga is a must... but how many times have I written that? And still I just sit around and feel sore and stiff. Time to join a class - am obviously lacking the self-discipline required to exercise solo. I see there's one in Bobcaygeon now, so no excuse! Also, now that D has mornings again (store opens at 10), we've decided morning walks would be good. To feel elderly at 30 is... not good.

One more thing... nothing new... needing to savour the moments. Keep the pace with all the wonderful stuff going on, but live the moments slowly and full of awareness. Enjoy life.