New Year, New Reality
Had I still been working, January would have been one of my busiest months. A hard jolt of reality after the festive break.
I have been intrigued to discover that even in retirement there is a similar feeling. The Youngest and I took down our Christmas tree on Monday and in so doing normality was restored. The Eldest returned to his home in the Midlands and I returned to the gym.
Believe me, it hurt; it hurt so much. Of course, there were no excuses. Whilst I was sufficiently dedicated to have gone on both Christmas Eve and Boxing Day, something went badly askew between December 26th and January 5th and I found myself readily adopting the role of a couch potato curled up with a couple of books, piles of mince pies and a drink or two.
Well I'm not complaining; retirement has certainly boosted the number of books I'm reading and last week I rediscovered Graham Greene as well as a superb novel about asylum seekers, "The Other Hand" by Chris Cleave.
I have also now discovered how quickly my body can stiffen up without regular exercise and it was little wonder therefore that I was queuing at the door for yoga today. The wonder of stretching followed, of course, by 15 minutes relaxation and mindfulness. In future, I shall perhaps strive harder to limit those hours of relaxation so that they are commensurate with exercise that I have taken rather than being a 9 day luxurious and unearned indulgence. But they were good!
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