Change The Routine of Your Life

Change is not always a bad thing,in fact, change can be a way of better fulfilling your life. I don't mean drastic changes, unless you are really ready for an experience that is going to alter your course in life, and sometimes even that can turn out to be better change.

But today, I'm speaking of small changes like your routine in your disciplined day. Be spontaneous and act on your desires of something different to wake up the emotions and physical self. For instance, I don't usually do the harder stuff in life that requires strain or physical abilities that challenge my body. I always try to be very careful in knowing just exactly how much I can labor without causing myself physical injury. So yesterday I woke up feeling in a rut of my daily routine and knowing that my brother and nephew were coming to cut up an old dead tree that our father had cut down a little over a year ago, I decided that I was going to do this chore with them.

I put on my coat and gloves and donned a covering for my ears and set out to go help them. Of course they both looked at me as though I had a lapse of memory of my age, but I strutted my course. I was determined to do something different today, I was challenging my routine. We labored over that huge oak tree that I remembered was a sapling when I was just a small child of four or five years old and it was growing just outside a window of our old home place and I would play around it with my puppy which was on a running line strung from that particular tree to another on the other end of the yard. I tugged and pulled and dragged branches as my brother would trim them from the hugh limbs. I tripped over some brush covered limbs and tumbled onto my backside with a jolt! After the shock of it and checking that I wasn't hurt, we laughed so hard. I would toss those blocks of wood to a pile to clear a path for him to get to the larger areas. I trampled through bramble briars and snagged up my jeans. We did this for most of the early afternoon. My brother tumbled a few times himself and got the chain saw caught between the trunk and the limb he was sawing off, that he had to get two tractors out to pull the tension on this humongous tree to keep it from rolling over. We both chuckled over the situation as my nephew was shaking his head. After the third time of tripping and tumbling and so much laughing at each other, I decided it was time for me to give it up and headed back to the house. I was feeling like I had just been put through a tumbler with rocks, but I was feeling good about the change of my routine day. As I walked back up to the house I remembered so many fond memories of our childhood living in that 3 room concrete block house while Daddy was forging the land around it to build his dream.

After supper, I wasn't feeling the strain of my falls yet and sat at this old contraption and did some research to help a friend that lasted until the wee morning of this day. Again, I'm very disciplined about when to get my rest, but I decided then that I wasn't going to rush the night and let it play out until I could no longer focus or see what I was typing. I called it a day.......a change of My Routine Day.

Of course this morning, I'm moving slowly and I have scratches and bumps on this old body and sore muscles that I didn't even knew existed are letting me know they are alive and a bit sensitive today, but it's a good feeling. I am now living the old saying that I used to tell my own Daddy when he would be in his "pain of aging" and needed a change by going out and riding his tractor all day, and feeling good about his decision to "change his routine". I would tell him, "If you play, you are going to pay."

Yes, I'm paying today and it feels sooooo good to wake up this physical Self and clear out the cobwebs of my inner Self.

I've also came to the realization that it is all right to .