Having spent the last few weeks literally sweating till I feel like a walking puddle my thoughts have turned to the debilitating effects of dehydration.
I have always sweated heavily and can walk out of a gym dripping like a tap.
A combination of humidity and a renovated gym that is devoid of air conditioning has taken that sweatometer up considerably.
Apparently sweating means your internal thermostat is working well and anyway it is just your fat cryingππ ππ₯
So preoccupied am I with this condition that I my mind jumped to that expression that everyone who has ever undertaken self development will appreciate - never sweat the small stuff!!
I have never been one to instinctively let things go - I can feel aggrieved over any little slight or misdemeanour and can harbour a grudge like a champion athleteπ
As part of my self development journey I have worked long and hard on 'not sweating the small stuff''.
At present there is a verge pickup and there are piles of rubbish littering a lot of verges in the neighbourhood. My verge is particularly blessed with junk as I have ridden myself of a lot of backyard stuff that once useful is now just rubbish and well past it's 'used by' date.
My stuff has been out for longer than recommended but I had no choice so inevitably the pile got bigger and smaller everyday as unbelievably that notion of 'one man's rubbish is another man's treasure ' had 'bargain hunters' taking bits of twisted metal, old mattresses and mangled benches.
Pleased that the harmony of life was in good working order with my junk being recycled and finding good homes I was then confronted with the reality of other neighbours actually using my verge to dispose of their own junk.
Not happy to drop and run it appeared that they were rummaging around my pile and leaving unwanted crap all over the place. I've come out this morning after a particularly windy night to see an old kennel bereft of a roof and the ripped mattress billowing white clouds of filling all over my freshly cleaned yard.
Old me would have raged , looking for signs of a name or address in order to return any offending rubbish back to the neighbour.
New me just got a bag , picked up the filling and put it into a bin ,returning to the pile to tidy it up.
No story- no issue.
The rest of my morning was then spent exercising, sweating, but at last not fixated on a minor infraction that would have me in a lather of frustration and wasting my energy on something so minor as to not even bear mentioning.
To further heighten my understanding that this is indeed 'small stuff' I got into the car only to hear the news that a young man had lost his life in a boating accident over the weekend.
I did indulge myself for a short time thinking that I would never be so rude to my neighbours and 'do unto others what you would do unto them...... '- a mantra learned from many years awash in Catholicism.
The next item on the news was the fact that more Catholic priests are being investigated for moral turpitude .
So maybe lesson learned - 'I can be right or I can be happy'.
The universe has a funny way of letting you know which is betterπ
#bringoutyourdead #gymsweatrules
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