Many people are uncomfortable with change and ‘newness’ … I’m not one of them. I know I’m ready for a shake-up when I start to feel restless, which has been exactly my mood for the past month.
I tend to set goals throughout the year, but during this most recent restless period, I created a new plan … a goal to try at least 52 new things in the coming year. I’m excited by the prospect of all the new possibilities.
Among other things, I wanted to shake-up my fitness regime. I spent a year focused primarily on running and decided I needed a new challenge. I joined a new gym, which opened recently nearby, and started attending classes in yoga and doing strength training.
I should be clear that I really detest resistance and core work, but I also know that I need it. As I’m barrelling down approaching my 6th decade, building and retaining strong muscle mass is important.
So in my enthusiasm to try new things, I completely destroyed my arms earlier this week, using a mere 5 lb weight, in a Body Sculpting class. Then yesterday, when I could finally dress myself and brush my hair without contorting my entire body, I killed my legs doing squats. Today I walk with a stiff and wobbly gait. Apparently I need this new challenge more than I thought.
Meanwhile, during this first weekend of the New Year, we are currently being blanketed in new snow. It’s preventing me from my planned task today to collect paint samples for my next project … repainting the kitchen and family room.
Major renovations do not taunt this couple – but selecting a paint colour can send us into a spiral of argument and indecision for weeks, and even months. Husband doesn’t know yet that I plan to disrupt the status quo, and it’s not likely to be pretty when I break the news. Nothing strikes terror in his heart faster than when I announce I want to paint something.
Then a short while ago, I discovered we have a new house guest … in the form of a small rodent who moved in looking for a warm place to spend the winter. Actually to be more accurate, Theo made the discovery.
With Theo back in form with new-found energy, I guessed something was amiss by his skulking around corners and behind furniture. Normally he spends his afternoons napping – but not today.
With a sudden flurry of activity, Theo came bounding out from behind the sofa with a mouse in his mouth. That’s when the chaos started … for in true cat style, Theo wasn’t content with simply catching it. He wanted to play with it. I was chasing Theo, who was catching and releasing the mouse, from room to room, before it escaped underneath the refridgerator.
Now a new game of mouse stalking has begun. I don’t know how long this stand-off at the refridgerator will last. Even worse, I don’t know what we’ll do with a mouse in the dead of winter when we finally manage to get it away from Theo – assuming we do.
So this now has me thinking that I should be careful what I ask for … because it’s possible that too much newness might be more than I can handle.
This post was inspired by the DP Weekly Photo Challenge: New.