THE LULU CHRONICLES
LuLu-ism #55: Get off your duff!
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My pink bike, LuLu is waiting for me out in the garage.
Winter makes her antsy. She doesn’t wait well. She knows there are roads we
haven’t yet ridden down; Sights we haven’t seen. She’s glaring at the snow and
the minus-degree weather trying to intimidate and run them off. She wants to get on with it.
… and so do I, thanks to LuLu. She’s taught me many things
on this journey to better health, but none more important than the fact that I
am my own worst enemy. Before LuLu, I found myself stepping back and away from
activities and opportunities more and more. “I’m too tired,” I’d say. Or, the
pull to just sit on the couch was just too great. But then, LuLu came to my
house with her pink-self beckoning me to the open road, and I decided that I
didn’t want my legacy to be a butt indentation left in my couch. So, I started
pedaling.
However, it’s a battle of wills at times. The couch and my
own diminishing spirit are like glittering sirens flirting, tempting and
calling to me to come sit and do nothing. Tempting me to let life go on without
me. I’m sixty-one years old and at times doing nothing has a whole lot of
appeal. But, if I don’t watch out, sitting in place will become the way I go
through life. Joan Chittister in
her book, The Gift Of Years says, “We
deny ourselves layer upon layer of life and wonder why life holds no excitement
for us anymore… So, we don’t go on to the next step to begin something new. We
fail to go on becoming. We stop in our tracks with years ahead of us and wait.”
I say, let’s cut that out! I’m not dead yet, so why should I
act like it? Come on, people, there’s lots of roads out there left unexplored.
I say we meet life head on until it wins. I think I’ll go out in the garage and
put some air in LuLu’s tires and some oil on her chain. As soon as that snow
melts… we’re outta here!
Later,
deb
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