Well, lets just say I woke up today to do a body check that I really didn’t like. And I didn’t like it later on in the day when I did it again either.
But I had a plan today, and I had things I needed to get done-and still need to get done.
So, what did I do?
I did them.
I don’t have time to waste hating every inch of my body today.
I could do it, of course.
I could totally have bailed on my homework plans, I could have cancelled my nail appointment, and I could cancel my plans tonight, but why?
So Ed and I can bask together miserably over something that I really cannot control anymore?
Not worth it, and truthfully, it would have absolutely no point anymore.
It’s not like I can go and diet my way out of this new healthier body, so what is the point of thinking about how much I don’t like it?
It would be a waste of time.
The concept of time is one that has been interesting me and intriguing me a lot lately.
Do we really have all this time in life to take minutes out of the day to seriously judge ourselves?
Maybe I don’t understand the concept of time yet.
Time is precious, I know that-and it is not given freely and endlessly.
So why did I think I had all this time to waste on self hatred?
Time can either be an opportunity to grow, an opportunity to self scrutinize, or it can all be an illusion that each of our own Ed’s are pulling us into.
I don’t want to waste my time; my precious destined allocated time, on Ed today.
I don’t have time to waste time on things that will bring me down.
All I have time for is to love the life I am blessed with in this moment- incuding the shell which is my body, that is carrying my soul.