Good morning, WordPress. Today, I am off to Scotland. Not physically, oh no no no, but ~virtually~.
I did an hour tour of the Royal Mile, stretching from the Edinburgh castle to the palace and WHOA boy was it cool. I had a tour guide who was so into history (to the point of having his own podcast, of which Johnny Cash’s daughter was his most recent guest!) so I learned a lot of fun little facts. If anyone wants to geek out over Edinburgh history…please comment. Please. I have so many fun facts to divulge. Else, here is the podcast page if you want to give your ears something to chew on.
So, that was fun start to the day. I think one of my favorite facts I learned was that the unicorn is the national animal of Scotland, the lion is that of Britain, and Wales has the dragon. Scotland and Britain have had a contemptuous relationship through history, so their little jab in having the unicorn was that historically – in legends – unicorns ate lions. Lol. Nice one, Scottie.
I’ve since spent my morning diving into Edinburgh castle’s ordnance and watched a video of a seagull barely avoiding death by cannon.
Bet you didn’t know you needed to see that.
I then somehow found myself looking at Scottish folklore, then went down a rabbithole of Greek vs. Roman mythology. If anyone ever asks, Greek gods and goddesses had a gender, had strong characteristic traits, they also had some mortal heros, but believed deities or becoming deity-akin was an unattainable status for humans. Romans were the opposite of that. And Roman deities are what our planets are named after. So, what I’m trying to say is that I’ve spent far too much of my day not actually working so I can’t write anymore. Going to log off and go work.
But! Before I do!
A quick reminder to say “thanks” for all the things in your life.
Today, I had a strawberry bubbly water that tasted like juice. I had a shortened workout but my energy was up and I feel strong, and I am thankful for that feeling. I have family and friends to call.
Recently, I’ve found myself in a teeny bit of a covid-inspired depression and it’s made me quite “in my head” and “fearful” and add that to a new relationship when TWO past partners had strayed – it’s made me quite sad, scared, and drawn-back. It’s made me my own enemy in relationships. I now find myself anxiously seeking validation of intent, but at the same time, am a bit insecure to feel fully safe so will drawback or be quick to anger.
I’ve decided to give up that ghost.
Give up that weight of fear. I choose to not give in to toxic histories that are holding me back and instead, am really trying to embrace the new and the loving.
If at first you don’t succeed, you’re one step closer.
Whether that be closer to a lasting love, or a fitter body, or a more knowledge-filled self, you’re closer by falling forward than by being stationary due to fear.
You can choose that mindsight. You can choose to believe your faults and failures are for your benefit.
Lose the weight of expectations, of fear, of measuring up to other’s opinions of you, weight of stress, of comparison, of criticism that we’re all too quick to give, both about ourselves and others.
Lose the weight.
C-B-Doing Thangs 