A human being is a being who is constantly ‘under construction,’ but also, in a parallel fashion, always in a state of constant destruction.
Jose Saramago
Hello Everyone,
It has been a month to remember and one that I will probably never forget. The salon has flooded. Again. The walls and floors have to be replaced. Again. This last flood has sent me over the edge, granted I was always close to the edge but this has officially sent me down a sloppy hill of despair. The answer to back pain, rage and lack of sleep?
I would like to confess that I hate to work out, I truly do. I need to be shamed into it, and shamed I was. My total disregard for my health and well being led me to a fantastic trainer Hassan Ali and he instinctively suggested that I warm-up using a 70 lb punching bag. Too funny!
Tell me again people, how many more years of added life will I get for giving up sensory pleasure? Shame me into giving up sugar, fat, wine, chocolate etc.. Crowd me in a space with spandex wearing strangers, make me use machines with enough germs to kill a kindergarten teacher, let me listen to Yanni on the speaker one more time. I tried to work out….but I quit.
Hmmm, under construction at the salon…the same in life as Saramago, the novelist writes. As my little store is under construction, so am I. Please excuse the mess.
