Sunday Quotes – Dreams



Give yourself up to this moment. Dare to see it. Now look down at your feet; slip out of those invisible tethers. Then ask: Where would you take yourself right this moment if you walked toward your most heartfelt dream? What would your life look like? What would your body look and feel like? What level of energy would you have? What might be your favorite activity? What would your daily life include? Imagine happiness — the sweet glow of inner contentment, the way it tastes and smells and feels.

Chris Downie

When you stop having dreams and ideals — well, you might as well stop altogether.

Marian Anderson

Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born.

Dale Turner

Yet it is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.

Virginia Woolf

The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.

Anais Nin


Sunday Quotes – Discovery And Dreams

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Over the years I have developed a picture of what a human being living humanely is like. She is a person who understands, values and develops her body, finding it beautiful and useful; a person who is real and is willing to take risks, to be creative, to manifest competence, to change when the situation calls for it, and to find ways to accommodate to what is new and different, keeping that part of the old that is still useful and discarding what is not.

Virginia Satir

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I like dreams of the future better than the history of the past.

Thomas Jefferson

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Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.

Gloria Steinem

Dreams… Dreams and Chronic Illness

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A dream is a microscope through which we look at the hidden occurrences in our soul.

Erich Fromm

Dreams digest the meals that are our days.

Astrid Alauda, Dyspeptic Enlightenment

I have my sleep back on track after a number of weeks with having a cold and being up most of the night and sleeping during the day.  My bedtime now is around 9  or 10 p.m. and I usually manage a good six straight hours of sleep per night now.  Sometimes, I even go back to sleep for an hour or two.  Even falling asleep so early in the night (for me anyways), it’s still better than what I was going through before.  I have never had to deal with that before and I can count on one hand the number of nights I couldn’t sleep.

But, this has really dragged me out and the dark circles under my eyes, which I always had due to genetics and allergies, are a lot worse.  And the dreams.  I usually forget most of my dreams a little after waking up but, this time…

I think it’s a combination of getting older and not getting better, not having my health, February being Heart Month and knowing someone who thinks she may have those pre-heart attack symptoms that people get.  The other night all I could dream about was me having heart problems.  When I woke up I was sore, achy and stiff.  I got up and my knees were bothering me.  I had done a bit of stretching while I was still in bed but it didn’t work.

Of course, my body really, really wants me to have a period on top of all of this.  You know.  Just because.   So I also have a  sore lower back and am feeling wiped out.

Then I looked at myself in the mirror today.  I need to lose 50 pounds and looking in the mirror, it really showed.  I would be called an apple shape but what my body really looks like is a stuffed pumpkin toy.  Teddy bears are fitter than me.

The worst part with me is, I know I have to lose weight but I’ve got this slimmer image of me stuck in my head.  And I started wearing skirts again last year and in my mind I’m seeing the models’ bodies but my head is on their bodies.  But, let me explain about the skirts.

Since I got sick years ago, I’ve had a low tolerance for heat and have been living almost always in shorts and tank tops.  Last year I bought a few pencil skirts and in my mind I’m rocking that sexy chick image, which is good.  The bad part of that is that I rarely look in a mirror and don’t give myself a reality check.  Which is bad.

One of my parents had heart disease and bypass surgery and the other had a series of strokes.  It runs in the family.  And I’m getting older, I’m less mobile and it has me worried.  These last 10 years of being sick have been very sedentary, though not by choice.  But, I’ve also had office jobs for most of my working life and though I would do things like walk before or after work, I didn’t really do exercises.  Another black mark.

I have to get my act together.

I have to stop giving excuses.

I have to eat better.

I have to get my cardio up.

I have to get my strength up.

I have to buy new ankle weights.  I want to get adjustable ankle weights where I can change the weight as I progress.  The ankle weights that I have now are only 2.5 pounds each, certainly not enough to help build muscle strength.  I also don’t have the room right now to have various weights lying around.  I do, however, have resistance bands that I sometimes use so that my body doesn’t get used to my little ankle weights.

It’s Heart Month and I have already bookmarked the site for heart and stroke so I can read and learn some more.

I have to stop sticking my head in the sand on this issue.  It’s not going away.  And it is being made worse because the reality is, I have a chronic illness that prevents me from doing what I want.

But, I have to stop using that as an excuse.

The Excuse.

OK.  Pity party is now officially over!  I’m off to find new ankle weights.