I know that the drug of love is continuously renewing the purple haze of infatuation that continues to draw me onward, deeper into my commitment and devotion to this woman. And I'm okay with that. I'm okay with being in love with loving this woman.
Boundaries are constantly changing between you and your commitments. And people with unhealthy, or unarticulated (unknown or misunderstood) boundaries are more at risk of losing their daily momentum to the will and requests of everyone around them.
Without a plan, I often find my day goes marginally well. Since there was no plan, I did not succeed or fail. But I didn't move many of my creative chess pieces forward on the board either.
Creativity and mindfulness go together in my life. The more I'm in touch with myself the easier I can tap a vein.
A love poem is the potential for love. A love poem is a prayer for the coming of love, or a swan song for the loss of love. The more we listen, the more we hear the love poetry all around us, moving towards us and away from us inside our very minds.
If I can be more conscious of my moments, my intake, and my decisions about rest vs. success, I can be happier with the body I have.
Pay attention to your mind. When the monkey mind jumps into gear, try and find a moment to observe your thinking, as if you are an observer. Then decide: do I want to continue this runaway train of thought, or should I focus on something that I can actually have an effect on?
What I need is a radical rethink of myself and a full-court press on fitness as a priority in my life.