If it wasn’t for my lovely and always-motivated husband, Justin, I probably would have spent the remainder of my weekend locked up indoors, fully immersed in my girl movies, lying on the couch, doing absolutely nothing productive. Pride & Prejudice, Fried Green Tomatoes, Eat, Pray, Love, Beaches… finally, he had enough.
“What is with you women and your depressing movies?!”
“It’s what we do!!”
I’ve been having a extremely rough few weeks. Those of you who follow my instagram and twitter accounts know that my dad is sick. He has terminal cancer, and it looks like he’s nearing the end of his battle. Then there were some big business setbacks that left me feeling more defeated than inspired. They also left me questioning the integrity of some people I had trusted. I’ve been more than a little emotionally and physically worn-out, and I felt like I needed a weekend of self-pity and pajamas to reset.
Thank goodness, Justin knows this isn’t how I work.
“Just come outside with me while I work. You don’t even have to help. Get some fresh air. You’ll feel better. We’ll work on your meditation platform.”
“Fine.”
I threw on my favorite knee-high socks, an old thermal underwear top, a puffy vest, and my imitation UGGS, and dragged my sorry butt outside. It wasn’t long after inhaling my first breath of fresh air that I became inspired.
measuring old fence sections for my new meditation platform
We’ve been making plans to build a meditation platform for me in the woods, and Justin came up with the idea to recycle the lumber from the deer fence we’re taking down to build it instead of buying new materials. Perfect.
I stretched out over a section of fence on the ground. “Take a picture for instagram!” New content for my blog also gets me very excited.
So the fence tear-down inspired location scouting for the meditation platform which inspired design ideas for lights and prayer flags and whimsical trinkets. And then suddenly, I was dismantling the old landscaping and hauling bricks.
hauling bricks, dirt, and heinie in the backyard
I was drawn to fitness during a dark time in my life. I didn’t want to lose weight or look good in a bikini or run a marathon. I was looking for a way to heal myself, and I didn’t believe conventional medicine or techniques were the answer. So while the gym was a great place for me to get started on my journey to healing, it’s really days like these that provide true healing – physically, emotionally, and spiritually.
True health and healing – for me – is about all the stuff that happens outside of the gym. Of all the things I need to get fit and happy and balanced, the gym is not on the list. Watch why…
MENTIONED IN THIS VIDEO: my Meditation for a Broken Heart
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