What the Heck am I Doing, or Thank You

So I got to work this morning, logged on, looked at my screen and said to myself, ”Self, what the hell are you doing?” Now, this was not an open ended, middle age crisis, generic question, it was quite specific. I couldn’t remember where I’d left off Friday afternoon.

This particular question led me down two paths;

  1. Gratitude
  2. Memory

Let’s take them in order.

Why did I wander down the mental path of gratitude? Because it was Thanksgiving weekend (Canadian, that is). We get together as a family 3 times per year, Christmas, Easter and Thanksgiving. Oh, sure, the rest of the year there are times when most (or even all) of us get together for this or that, but these are the three biggies when we try to make time for it.

So, Sunday night most of my family was together, and during that time I got to talking about gratitude with my little sister.

Family are the people who, when you show up on their door, have to take you in.

I’m fortunate to have family I can actually get along with, not everyone does, but this is a posture, health and wellness blog.


I’m thankful that:

  • I’m strong, fit and healthy
  • My boys are all strong, fit and healthy
  • I have a wonderful wife who partners with me to make sure we both have time to maintain our fitness and health
  • I have great parents who instilled in me, at a very young age, the ancient Greek ideal of a healthy mind in a healthy body.
  • We live in a time and in a society, that possesses the resources to allow us to pursue health, wellbeing and fitness as goals in themselves
  • I had the great good fortune to stumble upon the activities and resources necessary for me to correct the errors of my youth and allow me to overcome pain, regain mobility and (finally) learn to stand up right.

So at this moment, when we pause to gather together with family, eat a lot of turkey, watch a lot of sportsball, and be thankful for what we have, I say “Thank you” dear reader, for pausing your busy day to give me a few minutes of your precious time. I endeavour, and will continue to endeavour, to make those minutes worth your while.

Moving on to the second path, memory…damn. I forget what I was going to say.

Just kidding, that’s for tomorrow.