I am short.
That is the ontological truth of my corporeal life. The affectionate jokes abound from the men in my family…pint-sized, economy-size, travel-size, compact, mighty mouse, shot glass, shortie, to mention a few.
I often write of beauty and post artwork of images that I find pleasing or provocative. Here is one for you, small and beautiful too. Almost 50, a single mother of three, small but audacious enough to bend back the arrow of time.
This is a 5 am gym photo. I have been working on a 200 lb deadlift and yesterday, I made it to 195…ugh 195!
Yes, effort matters but so do the people who help you to get there, and there have been many. This little protein package moves and breathes, loves and lives, and is an invaluable part of nature when it is filled with gratitude (I was not thinking that at 5 am by the way). So thank you to all of you who have been there. Readers, gym goers, yogis, followers…you are a beautiful lot and much appreciated.
As I remind my sons, quasars are small (about 1.5 light years in diameter), but they shine with the illumination of 200 billion suns. Love yourself well.