listening
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I am learning to listen to my inner athlete. Her voice is so muffled through all this fat.
There was a time when she ruled my body and I had to temper her voice so I could work. She was free riding her bike and loving the landscape fly by.
Her voice began to fade when I fell in love. She was still happy since there were endorphins available without the need to work hard.
Her voice could not be heard over the cries of the babies and the demands of my husband. Any free time had to be devoted to housekeeping or working from home.
The voice managed to be heard a few years ago and I joined the YMCA and gladly went 6 days a week. The exercise felt good and it was nice to be able to talk to adults.
Then a new thrill was discovered when I began to scrapbook. It was summer when us Floridians tend to hibernate. Scrapbooking could feed my soul when I wasn't free to go to the gym daily. My inner voice of creativity began to rule.
The voice of aging joints is the loudest voice these days. I know I cannot silence this voice anymore than I can turn back time. But perhaps I can let my inner athlete regain her strength and be louder. My voice of creativity applauds this and she is fed each time I walk through the neighborhoods and parks and look around. Sometimes she begs me to take my camera. Perhaps she can convince my voice of reason that I should get an iPhone so I can always have a camera with me.
1/100 @ f 4.0 ~ ISO 200 ~ 50 mm
Who do you listen to?
There was a time when she ruled my body and I had to temper her voice so I could work. She was free riding her bike and loving the landscape fly by.
Her voice began to fade when I fell in love. She was still happy since there were endorphins available without the need to work hard.
Her voice could not be heard over the cries of the babies and the demands of my husband. Any free time had to be devoted to housekeeping or working from home.
The voice managed to be heard a few years ago and I joined the YMCA and gladly went 6 days a week. The exercise felt good and it was nice to be able to talk to adults.
Then a new thrill was discovered when I began to scrapbook. It was summer when us Floridians tend to hibernate. Scrapbooking could feed my soul when I wasn't free to go to the gym daily. My inner voice of creativity began to rule.
The voice of aging joints is the loudest voice these days. I know I cannot silence this voice anymore than I can turn back time. But perhaps I can let my inner athlete regain her strength and be louder. My voice of creativity applauds this and she is fed each time I walk through the neighborhoods and parks and look around. Sometimes she begs me to take my camera. Perhaps she can convince my voice of reason that I should get an iPhone so I can always have a camera with me.
1/100 @ f 4.0 ~ ISO 200 ~ 50 mm
Who do you listen to?