Not Enough Hours in the Day
There just don't seem to be enough hours in the day for me now that I no longer drink. It's not that I'm doing a lot it's more a state of being for me.
However, that said, I got out yesterday to go horseback riding (I've always had a fear of horses). Well, it was fantastic, freeing, exhilarating. I felt on top of the world. I conquered my fear.
And then I tried to get out of bed this morning.
I all but crawled to the bathroom. I feel like I've been run over by a truck, my butt is killing me, my legs feel like they're going to fall off and I think I may have whiplash.
Oh well. Next week, I am planning to face my fear of heights and go tandem skydiving. As long as the chute opens I will be fine.
Experiencing life, being completely present in the moment, is amazing!