So tonight I switched up my workout a bit. The elliptical wasn’t going to cut it. It’s been one heck of a Monday, filled with unneeded drama, day-to-day stress and this issue I’m having with a recurring dream.
Have I mentioned taking a few college courses, the fact that rain has delayed harvest and that I missed my 11-year-old’s first ball game tonight?
The whole point? Not much, really. Just letting off steam, and since this is my blog, I certainly can do that. Who am I kidding, this blog has long since left the realm of a private rant! (Not complaining, not one bit.)
So instead of sitting on a machine in the warmth of my house, I braved the rain, ran out to the shop and played a little farm ball. Now that harvest is stalled because of the weather, and mostly because what farm shop isn’t stacked with machinery and what-not, playing ball in the shop isn’t like regular basketball.
Nope, you have to make up your own rules, call your own shots and award points and rewards accordingly…and you need to know when to call the game.
So, here’s my lesson for the night…let’s see if you can find the deeper meaning: