Tried to silence my thoughts for 60 seconds.
AFFIRMATIONS
- I, Ken Taylor, am a loving human being.
- I, Ken Taylor, am a loving human being.
- I, Ken Taylor, am a loving human being.
- I, Ken Taylor, am a loving human being.
- I, Ken Taylor, am a loving human being.
- I, Ken Taylor, am a loving human being.
- I, Ken Taylor, am a loving human being.
Also, said aloud for 60 seconds.
VISUALIZATION
175 by 1/31/20
Today, I weighed in at 187.4 (same as yesterday - wonder how well the scale works)
EXERCISE
Did my full 1+ routine for Thursday 11/14/2019
- ankle/wrist circles 70
- toe/finger stretches 70
- bicycle crunches 70
- shoulder rolls 70
- inversion table 3 1-min sets
- squats 70
READING, WRITING
Read for 60 seconds in SAPIENS by Yuval Noah Harari. He says sapiens have brains that are evolved to contain only certain information, and that eventually the brain dies; it might pass on the information to others before death, but after 2-3 generations, the information tends to become garbled.
I agree with Harari about this.
Earlier this morning as I lay in bed, I recalled a very frustrating dream; that was followed by meditation on what/who I am addressing when I begin my daily routine.
The dream was about my old house in SLC; I drove by and noticed that they had installed a spiral staircase at the back. Now this house was not on the corner: it was the 2nd house on the block. And yet, I was able to park my car right in front of the house. The current owner (female) noticed me, and I nodded in approval of what had been done to improve & decorate. She was quite busy, but still allowed me to come in and take a tour. Along the way, the male owner began to explain what they were doing. No room was finished, yet I could see what they were doing with each one. Walls moved, new furniture installed, and even new windows cut into brick walls. It was amazing. He eventually showed me upstairs where books were scattered on shelves & on the floor.
Hmmm. Well, eventually I ended my "tour" and went back to my car, parked on 6th South. But it was no longer there. With grave anticipation, I looked at the signs and saw the dreaded "Permit parking only," something that was not there the last time I drove in that area. Further, the street was now a One Way street, and I had parked the other way. I concluded that my car must have been towed away while I was on the house tour.
Lying in bed remembering the dream, I couldn't really get it out of my head. I began to wonder what it could mean. Some say houses in dreams are us. So, if that's true, I am not finished in ANY room. The current owners are also me, working on the house. They represent my desire to upgrade, improve, change for the better, decorate. But yet the part of me that was touring the house was only an observer of the changes - not the creator. Then, when I attempted to drive away, I had lost the ability to do so by not paying attention to the signs, or possible changes in the city traffic flows.
So, maybe I'm telling myself to get with it. Finish the house. And enjoy the new fit, the new look that I already have within me. And pay attention to details at all times. In short, combine detail and flow.
*sigh*
Enough writing for today.
- Joe: Way to go, no Mo Joe! (sent text)
- Chrissy: Way leads on to way, I hope you like your way today! (sent text)
- Ada: My first granddaughter! But wait just a minute. It was crowded in there - someone else's in it. (sent text)
- Ethan: My first grandson! So smart and polite. Letting Ada go first was proper and right! (sent text)
- Elliot: I'll prepare something about piano, and about gymnastics & send it to him.
- Oliver: I'll prepare something about Thanksgiving/Halloween ???? & send to him.
- Lisa
- Rodney
- Lyla
- Eli
- Caleb
- Teresa
- David T
- Jeannie T
- Dr. Joe Pruitt
- George
- Jack
- Ric T
- Peggy
- Verla
- Patricia
- Michael P
- Eric T
- Paul F
- John B
- Randy F
- Chad M
- Marie Mauduit
- JC Mauduit
- Jean N
- Eric L
- Arno T
- Rohan
- Larry M
- Bill L
- Ramona
- Mary Huber
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