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Leaves

Here we are in October, my favorite month of the year. When I was a child, it was my favorite because it was my birthday month, and I believed that all sorts of good magic was afoot in my birthday month. Nothing was bad then. The leaves fell in the yard, and if everything was good, there would be enough of a pile by my birthday to jump into.

The unabashed joy of childhood ... well, once we get into the "real" world, we know where that goes, right? It doesn't have to. There is still good magic afoot. Right now, I'm on a small break from work, just a few days but enough to try to unwind, to recharge my batteries (beyond drained), and just enjoy what is.

What does all this have to do with a health/wellness/weight-loss-centered blog?

Everything.

Because as the leaves fall in my backyard (or at least should, hopefully, soon), it is time for me to reassess, to recharge, to take stock of where I am and where I want to go. The summer was not a good one for me. I lost focus, I lost sight of things. For way too long -- and I mean WAY too long -- I have been doing things just to get to the next moment, the next hour, the next day, of just going through the motions of life. Survival instead of really living each moment. That, my friends, is no way that I want to live. It is a sad place to be, and I choose now not to live there any longer.

I am choosing to honor myself by living more fully.
I am choosing to really think things out.
Is it easy? No.
Is it worthwhile? Very.

So as I take the time this week to recharge and revitalize myself, I also want to live more purposefully. I know that my body, my soul, my entire being will appreciate the effort, and respond in kind.

No more survivalist techniques - they only work for so long. And the results are usually less than desired.

Grateful, purposeful living. That's the place I want to be.

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