TILT # 44 - Don't forget to live!

Oh my goodness, I had no idea I last wrote in this blog back in July! Is that even possible that I have been able to stay silent that long? Over 3 months? LOL!

So, I really have to stop pussyfooting around. Despite Brené Brown's work which shone a light for me a good decade ago, perfectionism still has a stronghold on me. I have too many big intentions and dreams about how this blog should look. I guess I need to switch gears and see how much I can handle imperfection. Perhaps I will be more joyful in the long run, being okay with just "good enough". I lean on two girlfriends who are far more prolific bloggers than me, who have the courage to simply throw out into the universe their thoughts for the day for their respective blogs and that's it, that's all.

Here goes a new way of being, my attempts to record something daily here.

Yesterday, I got to travel downtown for an echocardiogram. Nice big word that tells me I am no longer a spring chicken. As with most trips downtown, I get to spend time with me, myself, and I on the public transportation. I got out one Metro station early to use the time to walk the rest of the way to the hospital. Here are some things I appreciated along my route. The sun was out, the air was cool but not cold. The crunch of the leaves beneath my shoes and the colours of Nature changing her wardrobe reminded me of the books I read as a child living in a 3rd world tropical country where I wondered what those actual sounds and sights might be like. Voila, here I am. Dream come true. I hear the crunch. I feel the cold. I see the colours. I am grateful.

After the doctor pronounced my heart in good condition (hallelujah), I decided to walk a different route back to my one-stop-away Metro station to keep those daily steps going... and to pop into an Indian restaurant to enjoy something not easily found in my neighbourhood - a Masala dosa (a South Indian breakfast or snack item which is a paper thin crepe made with fermented rice and lentil batter stuffed with some spiced potatoes and served with some different chutneys or sambar). It hit the spot as I chose to indulge in something that made me smile, thinking of people and places 12 time zones away.

I remembered to live a little. For myself and nobody else. It was a good outing.