When my knees start to hurt on my runs, that’s my sign I need new running sneakers.
When the waist band of my jeans starts to feel a little snug, that’s my sign that I’ve been a bit too heavy handed with the nut butters.
And when my house is a mess, that’s my sign that we’ve been really busy.
[Notice there is no picture of my disaster of a house here? Yeah, the lack of photography was no accident.]
When I find myself shuffling my way through a gigantic pile of shoes in the dark at 5:30 AM in order to reach the light switch as to not come crashing down and a size 1 boot straight to the kisser, that’s the sign that I need to take a day off from exercise and focus on being NEAT instead.
I put on my favorite pair of inside sneakers and spent my usual running time this morning catching up around here instead. I got to thinking that if I didn’t work out in the mornings, I could have a perfectly spotless house. A little more thought and I came realize that if I didn’t care about packing our lunches or making meals at home I could have a perfectly tidy kitchen. Further, if I didn’t have friends or family or cats or kids or a stack of overdue library books, then my house would be as clean as I imagine everyone else’s house is.
I took that as my sign to stop feeling sorry for my mountain of laundry and it was time to take breakfast break. Today’s bowl of oatmeal goodness also happen to be a sign of what’s on tap for today.
Gingerbread Overnight Oats
1/3 c rolled oats
1/3 c hemp seeds
1/4 c ground flax
1 very small drizzle of blackstrap molasses
1/2 smashed banana
1 Tbsp almond butter
cinnamon, nutmeg and ground ginger to taste
Man I’m on an overnight oats roll lately. I’m sticking with what works YO. And can I say that I have never been a fan of blackstrap molasses – but either my taste buds have changed or I just needed the right combination of spices to get it to work. The molasses, cinnamon, nutmeg and ginger totally made these oats taste like gingerbread! How festive.
I’m now drinking my second cup of half-calf coffee which I’m fairly sure equals one fully caffeinated cup. I’ve always been good at math like that.
I think drinking coffee at a desk filled with paper and cords and clutter is my sign to stop thinking “If this, THEN xyz“, xyz being some variation of how things could be better. Once X happens, then life will be good. Once I _____ , then I will be happy.
Forget it. Be here now. Be happy now. I’ve just got to do the best that I can and let it be enough.
I think this post a sign that I think too much when I clean.