MINDFUL CONTROL OVER PROCRASTINATION

So, my sister said that it takes up to three hours from the time she decides to ride her stationery bike until she manages to actually get herself on it.  Will says he procrastinates, every day, before riding the stationery bike that David set up in our guest room.  So since procrastination seems to be the norm as the pandemic rages on, hopefully, I’ll begin to feel as compassionate concerning my procrastination as is true when considering that of my sister and husband.

BTW, I’ve decided to walk a little farther, every few days—not easy, as we live in the foothills, so on both sides of our house, the street slopes down, suggesting our house stands at the peak of a gentle rise, suggesting why I can walk away from our home with a sense of ease; however walking back toward our patio’s wrought iron gate (painted beige to match the stucco of our house) demands a mindful sense of concentration as I make my way back up that slope knowing each step to be a bit steeper than the last until I unlatch the gate and sit down on one of four swiveling rocking chairs so as to rest and converse with Will about this and that while comfortably catching my breath before my pleasant walk with Will begins to resemble a breathless uphill trek for me.

Today, having taken control over my daily bout with procrastination, I chose to walk a bit farther than had ever felt possible, following my back to back, heart/lung surgeries of a year and a half ago.  And while resting, afterward, on one of our colorful swiveling, rocking patio chairs, I smiled up at the clear blue sky in acknowledgement of how good it feels to regain some measure of control over each aspect of my life, which had proved beyond my ability to reclaim for more than three years time, beginning with the heaviness of fatigue, which had (for more than a year) accompanied the misdiagnosed pain in my chest.

And as to the depths of my thankfulness for Will’s unswerving dedication to my making a full recovery neath his protective wing no matter how long the time—well suffice to say that so heartfelt is his love as to offer sustenance, above and beyond, to my spirit,  day after day after day as this relentless pandemic goes on and on and on … and what, I ask, could make a woman feel more blessed than to feel so deeply loved by her husband of close to fifty-five years … I love you, Will, with all my heart … 👩🏻‍🤝‍👨🏼.Annie