Sweat. When you workout, the goal or at least end result should be sweat and lots of it. As the toxins freefall down that imperfect canvas that is your body, you smile; exhausted. A good workout should leave you tired but invigorated, dripping but enthusiastic and, most importantly, contemplative but empowered. So what is your... Continue Reading →
"It is a lovely thing, the animal, the animal instinct..." that is inherent in all of us. As 'The Cranberries,' knew many years ago, and of course gifted us a song to about, animal instincts are indeed a lovely yet dangerous thing. All living organisms are predispositioned to behave a particular way in certain situations; call it the base form. This reactionary core serves as a situationally dependent natural instinct that comes from the gut. As living things, this feeling, this impulse is both innate and individually exclusive. That said, why does it seem that humans use the term 'animal instinct' when referring to a reaction that is, in some manner, negative? Blaming or defining one's "uncontrollable" actions as simply your animal instinct is a massive cop out. It wasn't you, it was your DNA; it was how you were born and raised; it wasn't REALLY you. This is a load of animal you know what. Instinct is defined as the 'the inherent inclination of a living organism toward a particular behavior:" sounds about right doesn't it? The problem arises by adding the wild term that is 'animal' to it. Attaching such a word allows for blame directed away from oneself. The truth is, how you react to stimulus is a choice. Sure you might have an inclination one way or the other but to be human is to have the ability to choose how you let stimulus impact you. The next time you feel the 'natural' urge to claw, bark, urinate, imitate or attack an undesirable situation - don't! It's the animal instinct yes but you are a human so act like one. Exercise log: 11am: Insanity Lifting
"And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow." Gilbert K. Chesterton
Is there anything more depressing than rain? Like bullets dropping from the sky, rain just blows in and snuffs out the sun leaving behind a darker world. The sun has retreated in defeat while the rain marches on crushing the spirits of beach-goers, drivers, hikers and bikers alike in prolonged victory. If you look closely, you can hear the rain rub it in as it tap tap taps on the windows of your covered fortress as it mocks you incessantly. Rain 1, your world 0.
It is possible that a beautiful rainbow might emerge but it won't bring a pot of gold with it that gives you back the outdoor time you lost. Your day is dreary, your mood is foul and your possessions are wet yet a rainbow will make it all better? Try band-aiding a broken bone and see if that helps (it won't) or other such futile endeavors that will leave you broken and depressed. To be blunt, rain sucks.
And yet, does it really? I have always been enamored with rain because of the wonderful gift it gives me: time! Rain creates little pockets of precious time that helps with productivity, relaxation and indoor comfort. Gone are the expectations to go for a run, mow the lawn, run errands or work in the garden or any such thing. In it's place you'll find that moment to read, write, drink tea, cook and on and on and on....
There is no perfect reaction to rain since the often incorrectly predicted action can come at inopportune moments but remember that the live-giving substance gives you the ability to react as you like so take full advantage and embrace it (not literally though that would be funny). Enjoy your parade as best you can and, like with Skittles, taste your rainbow!
don't go away...
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