Back in Action

I'm back. The Rest of Me was silent for awhile, yet the saga continues.

I don't have any one excuse for the lack of communication. Write the blog!, I told myself every day. Literally. An array of problems stayed the good thoughts, and tamped my desire to communicate. I could tell stories, but I won't. Suffice to state, the issues included everything from the time I overstressed myself walking and was flattened by back pain for three days to the need to deal with other people's issues. This morning, I recalled an old adage: "To think is easy; to act is difficult," someone once said. "To act as one thinks is the most difficult of all."

I and many people want changes in our lives. We think about them. We visualize them. The problem - some people do every thing except act on them. That is why many people do not get what they say they want. Frequently, I just do, rather than to talk, think or visualize the results I want. The action always seem to bring me

the sense of balance and harmony, because to not verbalize the desire lowers the pressure that comes with a high level of expectation.

For example, last month I start a blog. Impatience crept in not long after I began. I wanted the blog to appeal to readers. I wanted the digital diary to be dynamic in its own way, yet appeal to others without coming off as a crude attempt by yet another netizen to "live out loud." The impatience and high expectations made me over think the blog writing, which quickly led me to a general dissatisfaction with the whole process.  Believe it or not, all of that happened in less than two months. I decided to forget thoughts about what will happen, and just do.

The same with the activities involved in this journey toward mental, physical and spiritual balance and harmony. There are times when I over-think details. Now, I just write.

I became focused too much on weight-loss a few weeks ago. I weighed myself on about five different scales. Every machine, digital and mechanical,  showed a different result. The only sure thing is that that I now weigh somewhere between 353 and 316 pounds. I almost pulled the plug on the effort because the weight-loss seemed to creep too slowly, or because I did not like the tease of joy that came with the thought that the pounds fell off pretty fast. Frustration with the lack of consistency or accuracy led me to act. I told myself to forget the weight, just do.

I walk, watch the diet, keep positive thoughts, search for wellness education or insights, and finally, write The Rest of Me because those things will take me away from the state I was in when the journey began. My actions do not guarantee to take me to any specific destination. I have a place in my where I would like my life to go, but no guarantees I might ever reach someplace inspired by expectation. My actions will take me from where I was. That is enough. Where I might end up with this blog, and this journey are a mystery. All of that means I can look forward to something. Since I do not control the outcome, I will have to hope that the journey takes me to a better place than it found me. At least, I hope that I can act on my thoughts.

Dawn is not far off. That is when I walk. I hope today's trip around the neighborhood will inspire another entry.