When I began this blog, I had the intent of merging all my other blogs into this one, and then focus on three aspects of this unfinished person on the following days (with rambling posts interspersed in between):
- Body: Motivation Monday — where I would share a quote from the late George Sheehan to help motivate you in your exercise for the week and hopefully to motivate me also.
- Mind: Midweek Review (Wednesday)– where I would share with you a review of what I’ve been reading the past week.
- Soul: Flashback Friday — where I would share a look back at my week in terms of The Examen of St. Ignatius of Loyola, framed in the questions of “For what am I most grateful this week?” and “For what am I least grateful this week?” as the group above does each week.
As you can tell, by now, I haven’t kept to that, and so today, in keeping with (and straying from) that original Monday theme, I’m going to talk about “Lack of Motivation Monday” without a quote from George Sheehan and combine it with Midweek Review and Flashback Friday.
For what am I least grateful this past week, this past month, these past two months?
Lack of motivation: Let me count just a few of the ways I have been unmotivated in no particular order. One, I signed up for an event called the Iditawalk, where I committed to walking 30 minutes a day through February into March to help me slowly but surely get back to running, and I think I only have done it once. Two, I am a member of WeightWatchers.com, but haven’t kept to the plan. Three, I got a gym membership at the beginning of the year, just for three months. Now it’s almost the end of the second month, and I only have gone maybe once. Four, I only have read two books so far this year. Five, I was accepted into an online writing site that pays a minimal amount per article, but still it’s something, and only have written two articles for it. Six, I still usually only make it through Morning Prayer in praying the Liturgy of the Hours and often don’t pray what is considered the second part of the hinge: Evening Prayer. Seven, and something that pales in comparison to the other things listed here, I have yet to merge my previous blogs and entries there into this blog.
I’m going to be honest and tell you I don’t know for what am I most grateful this past week, this past month, these past two months. I guess if anything, it’s as the song “Alive” from Pearl Jam says, “I’m still alive” with the same potential of what once was considered a curse instead becoming a blessing.
