week 21/5/27

Most Sundays I get up late, but recently I have back pain, so this morning I decided to exercise by taking a walk to the beach.  The fastest route is 1.2 miles.

The windy, cloudy, and warm weather was a perfect day for taking a walk.  I loved the sweet white pikake flower on the neighborhood fence; I greeted the people walking their dogs; I took some pictures of the white puffy clouds; I listened to the birds chirping busily; I wondered if someone ever got caught grabbing ripped mangos hanging down from giant trees.

Uniformed policemen were enjoying their break as I walked past them, one with breakfast in his hand. Most of a half marathon’s participants on the bright orange coned-road were walking past me, except one old tall man who was still running. When I grow old, I’d love to be that old lady runner with a casual yet winning smile.

Unlike last time I saw it, the ocean today was colored in platinum in the morning sun. Perhaps the wet air had made it look sophisticated and chic, with a light touch of resilience. Nature is an artist is nature is an artist, indefinitely!

I was glad I didn’t go back to sleep; my back felt much better. Returning to my neighborhood about an hour later, I realized my day had just started as it was only 2 minutes past nine.

week 21


I felt like doing nothing at all in the morning.  As always, waiting for Cycle Day 1 is the hardest.  I became restless and fatigued and depressed and moody after the fourth week.

But I knew I had to get water because we were out of it.  Although I couldn’t remember water makes up the 70% of which: the human body or Earth, it didn’t matter; no water no life.  Got to get water.

I tried to fight my resistance by timing myself with a stopwatch and 30 minutes later I arrived home with water and groceries.  Feeling like a winner and lucky (I got a dollar from a water machine guy wearing sunglasses because he was checking out the machine while I was using it), I was motivated to do the next necessary and important task (though I forget what it was).

I even managed to type for 20 minutes after lunch today.  Since writing is what I enjoy doing, I tend to spend more time for it than I probably should.  A 20 minutes timer reminded me to stop working, and as a result, I picked up the kids on time.

Having learned again and again how disastrous doing everything at the last minute could be, I found the balance between doing what you need to do and what you love is an art to master and being aware of the fact that I was depressed was probably the first step.