There are days were choices are just hard. It’s always this versus that. Me versus them. Us versus them. Me versus that.
So today, the choices seemed harder than most days:
Get up, work out, have a fabulous body (some day, because it isn’t right now).
Stay in the warm, comfy bed and sleep more.
Effort and exertion versus rest, comfort, and warmth.
I got up.
But I hated it.
Why can’t we just have both?
Too hot. Too cold. Too hot. Too cold. Too hot. Too cold. Too hot. Too cold. Too hot.
The battle has begun.
It’s the “I’m too hot” and “I’m too cold” season. The season where your body can’t decide what it’s going to do so you spend lots of time trying to find the perfect temperature.
It’s cold outside, turn up the heat or build a fire. Now it’s too hot inside but too cold outside.
It’s cold outside, so bundle up to keep warm. Now you have too many layers on but you’re afraid if you take them off you’ll get cold so you don’t remove them only to stay too hot.
It’s cold in the house, so you add more blankets to the bed. Now you wake up in the middle of the night sweating. You throw them off, only to wake up shortly thereafter to pull them back up because you’re cold.
The office is cold but you don’t want to wear your coat while you work. You wear your coat while you work and then you’re too hot.
See? Constant battle. Push-pull. Hot-cold. Happy-miserable.
Well, except for a rolling stone, supposedly. If you are familiar with the quote, then that will make sense. Otherwise, it won’t. Anyway, I think here in the Pacific Northwest moss would give that rolling stone a challenge, for sure.
Moss is everywhere. In the trees. In the grass. In the shade. In the sun. On the roof. On the sidewalks. In the driveway. On the windows. Dare I say, even some have it on their cars. Hanging low. Hanging high. It is freaking EVERYWHERE!
A couple years ago I tried to kill the stuff in my lawn. Guess what? Yes, it died briefly. Along with the grass that was barely hanging on because of it. Then it came back in the fall, thicker and more robust, like it was just taking a breath before it decided to take over the rest of the yard. So, I gave up. I am just letting it take over the lawn…I mean it’s green, it’s soft, and it needs to be mowed less often than real grass…
The war on moss is not over, but the battles have certainly no gone in my favor. I will continue to battle, right after I take a nap on that soft stuff in the shade.