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Maybe Eat a Mango

 Maybe Eat a Mango The face is glum, the day is ho-hum, When the blues come a-visiting, And the heart feels heavy, When your footsteps are slow, And your mood is low, Maybe eat a mango. Nose sniffing the ripe fragrance, Senses awakening to yellow radiance, As water pours over the mango, A small corner of the soul a-washes, The knife carves out goodness, As it cuts into the mango’s tenderness, With wafts of sweet delight swirling the air. You bite into sunshine, gold, Your heart assumes the softness of the mango, Your face melts just a little, Your eyes unfreeze a smidge, The mango’s glorious taste consumes it all, The blues, the mood, the ho-hum Maybe eating a mango turned the day around.
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Hello Work-Outs, My Old Friend

 


Working out has been one of the constants in my life. Sometimes, it took the form of a raft to hold onto for dear life. Other times, it became a jet ski with which I fly down life, victoriously.  

Like prayer, it’s centering I can return to again and again and know with certainty that I can come out the other side fine. 

I love having some kind of consistent stability in life.

Through some of my hardest moments, I’ve instinctively turned to exercising. In college, there was this dude called John I got a rejection from. And I coped with it by waking up super early at 5.30 am to go workout. It was a hard, hard road the first month. But after that, I felt amazing, I looked amazing and I was the better for adopting that coping mechanism. 

Through thick and thin, exercising had been my old friend. Watching me perform better and better; seeing me struggle to get my reps in. 

Thank you, Workouts, for being my friend. 

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