Getting ready for work this morning, I noticed that I am avoiding the mirror again. I stopped and looked. I ended up getting really close. I have no idea why. I looked at my eye.
I didn't recognize my own eye.
I always thought I had brown eyes...I don't. It was actually an eye doctor who pointed this out to me, oh 10 years ago or so, that my eyes are actually hazel, leaning to green. Grant has always seen my eyes as amber. I looked today...they were very green and gold. I don't know that I have ever seen them that color before.
Oh, I don't know that they really change that much. Not really, what changes is the quality and color of the light in which I see my eyes.
But to look in the mirror and see, well, not me. Not my eyes.
I know I have posted before about my PollyAnna attitude...I know that it has both gotten me in deeper trouble and saved my ass....
But have you ever had moment, a small thing that happens that is not tragic or awful, but it feels like it is the final shift. The thing that you are permanently changed by?
No matter what has been placed before me, I have always seemed to hold on to my humor and my ability to see the beauty around me. I always assumed that these two things were, at the least, part of the core of my make up.
Maybe that is why I didn't recognize my eyes this morning.
Got back to the gym this week after being sick all last week...and traveling to watch my son in his Senior recital. He put together a really wonderful group of songs and fascinating mash ups too...He really does have a director's eye.
Oh, yeah, gym.
I moved. Yesterday was ok. didn't do quite what BJ had programmed, but I was close.
Back squats at 255...a bunch of deads at 255 as well. Felt good. Best part of the workout was that Phil was in the gym. I didn't work out with him...but we worked out next to one another. It was, lovely.
Gonna rest today...and try to get another workout in tomorrow....and perhaps Saturday too. caber practice this weekend.