‘She’s got guts’, ‘butterflies in the stomach’, ‘gutsy move’, ‘how gutless’ -a myriad of terms in our common vernacular that represent feelings, sensations and even personal characteristics. Take a look at the terms and recognise the common theme – the gut. Yes, that body part common to us all, quintessential for survival and ultimately, the nutrition extractor and thus energy provider fueling our existence. Clearly the gut is kind of a big deal, and I suggest that it’s health is more sweeping than merely determining whether we suffer from diarrhea or constipation.
Sometimes, unchecked thoughts can lead us to quite destructive mental avenues. We pollute our minds with self deprecating assessments, analyses that put us into a negative light, a poor self concept. Today was one of those days for me. The sun was out, a cool breeze tickled my skin, the world allowed me to flow unhindered. My morning training was accomplished, my commute to the city to sign for my new investment unencumbered, my belly finally recovered after a week of post gastro troubles. Yet for some reason, the sensation of contentment, the deep down, soulful satisfaction, was just not there.
I don’t think it’s farfetched to suggest that we are a somewhat luxury inclined society. Flick on the TV screen, scroll your Facebook, if you’re old school, read the paper. Most of the adverts, friend’s posts, deals seem to propagate a notion of total relaxation, lazing about, chilling, doing nothing.
Holiday destination ads depict couples splayed out sunbaking on the beach, Netflix and takeaway seem to be the standard after work engagement. Sure, there are the occasional commercials advocating family bike rides, physical activity and the like, but the majority of what is in the limelight is a movement towards….well… moving less.
I’ve been sick for the last few weeks. Now, it hasn’t been some debilitating, deathly ailment that has left me functionally inept or incapable. Rather, the attack was more lingering in nature, most ruthless during my hours of sleep. A deep cough, lung hacking, nose running a stream of gunk, sore throat, you know, general grossness. This hasn’t made training any easier or work any more enjoyable. But, being a bit of a stubborn girl, I pursued both activities with the hope of quickly shaking the demons attacking my body.
I have been contemplating purchasing another investment property for the last week. I must say that the idea has been deeply seated in the back of my mind for some time; it was a hypothetical intention, but one that I permitted to lie dormant on account of having delayed renovations progressing on my current apartment.
The renos are finally (almost) complete which means I can not only reintroduce tenants, but actually stop the flow of tears streaming down my face as I watch my dwindling bank account empty – phew.