Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Making sure I exercise every day.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous day and week. ♥
Haha. That's easy. Standing for long periods of time.
ReplyDeleteI stress and worry too much.
ReplyDeleteLearning to accept myself - and to be kind to my flawed self as well.
ReplyDeleteGetting jobs done that use to be so easy for me, now are quite hard.
ReplyDeleteGetting out of bed on these cold mornings. It isn't hard for me, I'm capable, I just don't want to.
ReplyDeleteWalking and standing. The heat has affected worse this summer than in previous years and it's taking a heavier toll on my body as well.
ReplyDeleteTrying to exercise daily.
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