Get up and become the excitement in your own life!

I have always been a little stymied by individuals who declare their bored. I grew up as an only child with a family that was always doing something! I think I mentioned that I was bored once and my mother decided I should be occupied by cleaning the house. Her response to me was “I’ll give your bored”! Needless to say, I never said it again. There are so many wonderful things to do that can make life rich and succulent, that my biggest regret is that I don’t have enough time on the planet to do them all. More importantly, our mind, body and spirit need to be challenged or injected with enthusiasm and passion on a regular basis. If we don’t invest in exploring the vast opportunities this journey affords us we are leaving ourselves open to resembling a dry, withered river bed. I like to walk my talk, and so several years ago, I began going to a nearby recording studio to do some singing. I didn’t tell anyone, since I’ve found over my lifetime that most people are so afraid to try anything new that they will often try to protect you from what they perceive could be a bad idea by trying to dissuade you. “Why do you want to do that”?, often becomes standard feedback, instead of “Great, go for it”! Since I have never been one to follow the path of least resistance, I persevered. Initially, I sounded more like Ethel Merman, who was a Broadway diva with a bodacious voice. As time went my instructor encouraged me to find a softer voice and viola one day it came out. I also believe in “serendipity”. Four years ago, I met my partner Kenny, who is an extraordinary jazz musician. I decided that we should make a CD with jazz standards that I felt spoke to our relationship. It was a long, and tedious journey. Recording an album is quite a task. I discovered a new appreciation for musicians, and the many vocalists I’ve listened to throughout the years. I also learned how important it was to deliver a song with the right emotion, phrasing and of course the right pitch. The most important facet of doing something different is the recognition that you can! I so encourage you to get inspired to “change it up”. Take some dance lessons, learn to fly a plane, join a cooking class, become an advocate for your favorite cause. Don’t just sit around and wish life was more exciting. Become the excitement you wish for.


I got the furniture disease….My chest fell into my drawers

I am reticent to admit that there are days when I spend time fixated at looking at myself in the mirror. I just can’t believe what’s happening! My body is starting to look just like my mothers. The irony is that she never exercised a  day of her life, ate pretty much what she wanted, never took supplements or meditated. In fact she would often get angry and throw stuff around, drink wine every night, and stress was her constant companion. She lived to be ninety-nine. Her last several years were not the best, but for the majority of her life she was in good health and got around quite well. In fact she drove from Long Island where she lived alone till she was ninety , to my home in Plymouth. I was always amazed at how she got here intact or that she had not left a wake of car accidents, since she was totally afraid of driving. I on the other hand exercised myself into a coma, tried to eat so-called healthy foods, and learned to meditate.  My career, teaching people how to manage their stress was my best teacher, but none of the aforementioned curtailed the onslaught of joint problems that have become a part of my journey. Also none of what I did exercise wise has kept my body looking any different from my mothers. She would often say that as you get older you get the furniture disease. That’s when your chest falls into your drawers. She was spot on. Despite all of her so-called dysfunctional habits, she had a sense of humor ,albeit dark and often cynical, that seemed to help her cope with aging and the problems it brings with it. She would often laugh at me when I told her to exercise as if she already knew what I was in for.  My humor is less dark, but it seems to continue to be available even when I’ve been faced with the news that I need two knee replacements and a possible shoulder replacement. I figure I may go bye-bye, but some of my parts will be around forever. Since none of us are going to get out of here alive, it’s probably a good idea to spend as much time as possible exercising your funny rather than your fanny.


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