When you get out of the shower, you can throw on some clothes and run on with your day, or you can spend two extra minutes. During those moments well-spent, you can appreciate the way the light, the mirror, and your skin make a picture, of even just a part of you. You can borrow the five to seven seconds it takes, to apply lotion to your sweet, strong arms, and legs, and thank them for the work they do for you every day. You can smile, at even just a part of you, and maybe even the part of you that doesn’t find anything to smile about.
This body needs some things from you, and yes, one is not easy. Don’t call it exercise. Call it love–for the muscles, the bones, and the entirety of you. It is love, there’s no doubt about it. Call it strength–you deserve it. Call it wearing your body well, and loving it well, too. Plug in, and sink in, and give it the gift, whenever you can, and however you can. With reluctance, and uncertainty, and maybe a sneaky little joy, get in there and sweat just the tiniest bit. And when you can’t–don’t. And when you can–enjoy. And when you are trapped, and your body is in a place of downturn, demise, or hibernation, look for the wiggle room, and then wiggle, my friend. Wiggle, and laugh, and cry, and rest.
Spring has sprung. Happiest warmer, brighter days, to every one of you!
