Sometimes I wish I was as happy as little Niki.
He's so carefree. Well, at least I think he is. He talks quite a bit. He could be yelling at me, complaining about life and his troubles. That fly he just can't seem to catch. How Tesla keeps chasing him around the room even when he says "You win! I give!" Maybe he's struggling to deal with the politics of the day. Most likely not. But I wouldn't know.
Sometimes I think it would be so nice not to have to deal with the joint pain and fatigue I go through on a daily basis. It would be just lovely to not worry about health issues. Or money. Or the politics of the day.
A topic I've been discussing with some of my fellow RA hotties out there has been chronic pain and how to deal with it. It's difficult when it's a gorgeous, sunny day outside and I feel so lousy that taking the energy to go out and enjoy it doesn't seem worth it.
Oh but it is!
Of course, it's easy to lay on your tush all day long and blog with a cat on your lap purring and making you slowly fall asleep. The only upside to sedentary lifestyle is that I've been catching up on episodes of Glee. (Apparently I'm way behind the times. My friend Mark said "You know you're late to the party if there's already a porno parody of it.")
But I really need to make more of an effort to get myself up and outside, even if it's for just a few minutes. Even if it's just the walk up to the grocery store. Getting up and moving is a great pain reliever. I instantly feel better when I do.
It's hard when you have pain. It's not something you want to brag about. You get frustrated when you're around others and they don't understand how hard day to day activities are for you. Why can't they just read your mind?! What's wrong with those fools?!
Ah, I crack myself up.
But really, it would be nice if people had just a little bit of understanding. But you can't expect people to just "get it." Sometimes you do have to open up. It's hard to do, but if you want support, you gotta do it. It was hard for me to admit my struggles with this blog, but I did.
For those of you out there like me who get frustrated by sitting indoors on a pretty day, you're not alone.
I'm going to make more of an effort though to stop feeling sorry for myself and just get going. Having a purpose for your day helps. Even if it's something as silly as making yourself some homemade laundry soap. Or taking that trip up to the grocery store. Going for a little bit of a longer walk this time. Or simply sitting outside and finishing that book you've been loving. It's all good fun and it improves morale.
(Though I will continue to love rainy days. "Ah, darn, I was going to go kayaking! Guess not now!" *slips back on flannel pajama pants.*)
Plus, now that I think about it, who would want to live like this little mush face? At this very moment he's so lazy that instead of walking across the room, he's using his front legs to drag his body to his food dish.
. . . Oh wait . . . looks like he just gave up.
Ah, the motivational speaker inside me is just bursting to get out. I'll work on keeping her from attacking the blog again.
Have a good day, all!