I threated to stop blogging yesterday and was overwhelmed by kind requests from family, friends, and complete strangers to keep on writing. You have all inspired me and I appreciate your support.
My daughter’s kind words were incredible to me. She told me that the fact that all of these people are interested in writing what I am thinking and doing every day is amazing and that I should not give up.
And, truth be told, I missed writing it all day and night yesterday! I guess even if I look at this as a diary of sorts it is not a waste of time after all.
A prior New Yorker wrote me the kindest note, encouraging me to continue. She said that I help her in overcoming her homesickness for the city and that she thinks I should write a book (been there, done that — any publishers out there looking for a few good stories?).
I love my blog, so it will live on…
At least until I get discouraged again. And then I will probably take it off again and then wait for encouragement.
I was thinking about my mom early this morning as I worked out with my trainer. I was doing an especially difficult set and I remembered watching my mother a few years ago when she began to exercise for the first time in her adult life. She had been tripped by a harried woman with a wheelie suitcase in the Wynn hotel, and had broken her pelvis. Physical therapy was necessary, and she hired a young female trainer at her club.
I went down to watch my mom’s routine one morning while visiting her in Las Vegas. She was wearing a velour tracksuit and really ugly white sneakers. Her weights were one pound each.
“I feel the burn,” my mother told her trainer.
“I feel the burn baby.”
Long live my mom.
I feel the burn too.
And, I miss you Mommy.
I can’t wait to see my Dad in two days. I’m packing Dad! See you soon.