Wednesday, July 31, 2013

For the Safety of Those Around Me

I have found that swimming for me is a necessity. Not merely for my health, but for the health (and safety) of those who deal with me on a regular basis. Seriously, I feel so much better when I swim on a regular basis, physically, mentally and emotionally. It has a way of calming me, taking the stress of the day away, and adds a little patience to my personality. For about 45 minutes I really don't/can't think of anything else. Well, I could, technically, but I tend to forget to breathe. Hmmm. It's funny when I think of it, because when I don't swim, sometimes it feels like I'm forgetting to breathe then, too. I mean, really breathe. Breathe in. Breathe out. Don't freak out. Don't sweat the small stuff...which I do. The moral of this story? I've got to keep swimming. It will keep me in shape, keep me calm, keep me happy and hopefully keep me out of jail (haha).  It's been a rough week. I'm hoping tomorrow will be better. Until then...I'll just keep breathing.

Caren E. Salas

Now this is serenity: a pool with a view.

Friday, July 26, 2013

Can it Be??

Wow! Twice in one week! I think I'm on a roll here. I didn't quite make my goal of swimming every day. Wednesday and Thursday proved to not only be busier than usual for me, but for some reason I was unusually fatigued. However, I did go three times, and and technically the week is not over yet. If I can get to four by, well...tomorrow, I'll have gone at least one more time than I did last week. Baby steps.
Now if I can just figure out a way to push myself to write more, that would be great.  One good thing: we finally fixed our internet issues...I think anyway. So far so good. That makes it at least easier to write.

You know I was just looking over my posts and realized I had 3 unpublished drafts. The sad thing is that when I looked at them, none of them had gotten past the title. I had started a post, had an idea for it but let it fizzle. Three times! Sad sad sad.  Time to be inspired!!

But before I bore you all to tears, I'm going to say good-bye for now. Hopefully I'll have something more interesting, inspired, or at least a little inspirational to write about tomorrow. Until then...

Caren E. Salas

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Between Signs

 I started off the week thinking: I'm going to go swimming every day this week! Yesterday, however, it didn't happen. First thing in the morning I had to go to the DMV to get a permit to move our little VW Bug we're trying to fix up. One and a half hours later, permit in hand, I went to pick the car up from the shop and take it to get SMOG tested. The day went on like that, just one thing after another. By 3:00 in the afternoon I was so exhausted I wanted to collapse on my bed and take a nap.
My writing has had the same sort of slow death. Every day I think: I really need to be writing more often. The days go by and I can't seem to get motivated. On top of that, my internet has been having issues. Not being electronically or computer savvy myself (at ALL) this is a frustrating situation for me. I don't have the time to "learn" everything I need to know to take care of it.
So life goes on, flying by like a rocket ship on its way to outer space (apparently to meet my brain which is already there). Sometimes I feel like I'm waiting for the time to do the things I feel passionately about and that time will never come. Between housework and errands and Life's unexpected events, I'm not sure if I'm floating above the water or about to drown. "The Circle of Life is circling me!"* and it's got shark fins.  Apparently, I'm gonna' need a bigger boat.
I saw this sign that says "BETWEEN SIGNS  -> ", which I thought was humorous since there was no other sign on the other side. One can't be "between" just one thing. Yet, these days I feel like I'm "between" one thing and...I'm not really sure.
Well, one goal is achieved: I wrote this. If I can get to the gym later to swim, that will be two things. Tomorrow, who knows? Maybe I'll figure out where the other side of the sign might be.

Caren E. Salas