My outlook is really quite crabby.
My words are impatient and jabby.
Because I might bite,
Perhaps I should write,
Consult with the expert “Dear Abby!”
With your heart open and generous,
Beware of hackers most venomous.
Connect with a call.
Before we befall
Their wiles; which turn out to be virtue-less.
A positive thing when it’s snowing
Is seeing that wind is not blowing.
If wind’s in the mix,
That is a bad fix!
‘Cause then you can’t see where you’re going.
Holidays “wrapped” with old usual,
Can make me feel quite confusional.
Made quiet and spare,
With things that show care;
Holidays can be quite beautiful!
Accepting an offer, a Help-Gift,
Can open the way for a big shift.
A task that gets done,
Or something that’s fun.
Surefire route to a mental lift.
My body and mind had conspired,
Which made me feel achy and tired.
I found that the best,
Was hours of rest.
Seems just what my psyche required.
With things feeling heavy & funky.
An outlook that’s all dark & gunky.
A giggle or two,
Will help you renew,
A viewpoint that’s lighter & spunky.
What’s true about riding in the heat,
It drains you and leaves you really beat,
It pays to hydrate,
Then you tolerate,
The miles without facing your defeat.
When motion becomes automatic,
When thoughtless, it is problematic.
So, keep your mind clear.
Then actions, my dear,
Will show up as nothing dramatic.
at covers your need.
When really your deed
Is getting some help with your brave ask.
If rather than moving, you’re stalling,
If couch-time is what you hear calling,
Think what you can find,
To spark up your mind.
An outcome, completely enthralling.