About two days ago, I wrote that I was not going to make any resolutions for the new year, but I’ve changed my mind. I thought about the things I’ve wanted to do, but didn’t do.
One thing I kept telling myself to do was take a yoga class. The health plan I have includes free yoga classes, and I’d be stupid not to take advantage of it. A lot of people pay to take yoga classes, and here I am, not taking advantage of free classes.
Yoga classes will hopefully help me relax. I have too much tension in my life, due to the constant harassment of gang stalkers. I’m constantly looking over my shoulder to make sure they’re not going to harm me. And when I’m home, I’m surrounded by 4-5 apartments, the gang stalkers spray pesticide on me and do everything in their power to make my life miserable, especially the “b” above me. Maybe by practicing yoga, I’ll be a lot more relaxed.
I’ve relaxed by eating candy when I’m stressed, a lot of it. I haven’t gained weight, but if I keep eating candy, eventually it will turn into fat. Fat is not in my vocabulary.
Countdown: 50 blogs to write. Only 10 days left to accomplish my goal of writing 500 blogs for the year. Will I do it?
Is it your home? The gym? Is it in your home? Your journal? Where is the place you are the bravest? When is the time when you are most brave?
There is no place where I am the bravest. Every minute of every hour of every day of every week, I have to be brave. There is no such thing as a minute of my life where I can relax and just be. I never know what will be done to me that requires me to be brave. So I’m always on the edge of being brave. I’m on the ready when the need arises. It’s become part of my DNA.
Would you rather have the ability to slow time when you want, or speed it up?
I wouldn’t pick either one. I want the ability to slow time if I needed time to do something, or I’m some place I really like and am enjoying myself. Then I’d want to slow time as much as possible. If I were in a situation that I didn’t like, I’d speed time up. For instance, if I’m somewhere where there were a lot of gang stalkers, I’d make sure time sped up really quickly. I’d want to be out of the situation pronto. The minutes would tick by so quickly, it be hard to think. It might even break time itself. Or I’m in a situation where I didn’t look forward to doing something, I’d speed up time to make it come quickly and get it over. If I had a doctor’s appointment, I’d sure want to get the appointment over quickly.
I can’t pick one or the other. I’d want both slow time and speed it up time. Both would make life so much easier.
But if I have only one choice, I’d pick slow. While speeding up time is good, I wouldn’t be able to relax. I’d wear myself out with all the speed. At least with slow time, I’d be able to relax.