North by Northwest was on the telly this morning. Several times I awakened and went to back to sleep to the same movie, it's one of my all time favorites. Maybe it's the feeling of this is not my life that I can *so* relate to...
When I woke up for real there was a moment of If I go back to sleep, then I'm not awake and needing to move yet, when I realized, more than ever, that I need to move upon awakening. Period. My mind scrambled and struggled to find justification for not moving, which led me, once again, to the starting point of my need to move. I don't give myself permission to not like moving; I give myself full permission to find something anything that can be enjoyed on our imperative moving expedition.
Today, we went the opposite route to the park, just to mix things up for the not-so-easy-to-trick doggie. I saw folks already there (I tell you, it's a perfect dog park!) tossing a tennis ball for their dog, Cody. The decision was a tough one: Give Charlie a chance to socialize while working (still, always) on his ball-obsessive behaviors; head down to the river, bypassing socialization for what he loves to do and is less work for me; or let him poop and walk straight on home. I picked socializing and working. Which actually surprised me, after my initial not wanting to ______ mentality that started the day. And work we did! There was lots of running, both dogs charging after the coveted green fuzziness & only a couple of moments of angst between them. One of the moments could have been really scary, loud and furry moment of tennisball pissiness, followed immediately by calm submission, and make-up ball chasing ♥ I'm glad the fellow pack leaders were open to suggestions (not leaving after the gnashing incident, allowing the pups to reconcile and move on). Charlie is exhausted on every single level a big black fuzzy dog can exhaust!!
And I moved; body and mind.
4 days in a row!
Wo.0t!
When I woke up for real there was a moment of If I go back to sleep, then I'm not awake and needing to move yet, when I realized, more than ever, that I need to move upon awakening. Period. My mind scrambled and struggled to find justification for not moving, which led me, once again, to the starting point of my need to move. I don't give myself permission to not like moving; I give myself full permission to find something anything that can be enjoyed on our imperative moving expedition.
Today, we went the opposite route to the park, just to mix things up for the not-so-easy-to-trick doggie. I saw folks already there (I tell you, it's a perfect dog park!) tossing a tennis ball for their dog, Cody. The decision was a tough one: Give Charlie a chance to socialize while working (still, always) on his ball-obsessive behaviors; head down to the river, bypassing socialization for what he loves to do and is less work for me; or let him poop and walk straight on home. I picked socializing and working. Which actually surprised me, after my initial not wanting to ______ mentality that started the day. And work we did! There was lots of running, both dogs charging after the coveted green fuzziness & only a couple of moments of angst between them. One of the moments could have been really scary, loud and furry moment of tennisball pissiness, followed immediately by calm submission, and make-up ball chasing ♥ I'm glad the fellow pack leaders were open to suggestions (not leaving after the gnashing incident, allowing the pups to reconcile and move on). Charlie is exhausted on every single level a big black fuzzy dog can exhaust!!
And I moved; body and mind.
4 days in a row!
Wo.0t!
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You can do eeet!
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