Excuses, excuses

by tamarjacobson

Rain is falling in bucket loads. Storming and battering, splashing and pounding.

I start to giggle. No four-mile walk for me today. Instead, I have time to write a blog-post before setting out to work. 

How strange to look for excuses not to exercise. However, some days I am unable to find time to fit in all the things I love doing. 

I remember a story that my mother told me about when I was a pre-toddler – fifteen to eighteen months or so. At night, after I was put to bed, instead of going to sleep, I would stand up in my crib and strain to see what was going on in the living room, and call out to be included. It seemed that I have always wanted to be part of the action! 

I have always wanted to do and see it all.

Well, I suppose I could jump in the car and speed off to the gym on my way to work. 

But I just wanted to touch base with my blog first. 

Because, it seems that so often Twitter, Facebook, four-mile walks, yoga, reading, and writing other stuff (other than my blog – I mean) – oh yes, and even working: teaching, meetings, committees, presenting, traveling – get in the way of blogging.

Or, are all those … just excuses, excuses … ?