Sycamore Tree - FD Thornton
What a view, right? I don’t know, I guess the old sycamore tree looked kinda interesting this morning. So I figured I’d just sit in front of it. It’s a partly cloudy day, just got back from grocery shopping. Lisa’s got supper going in the slow cooker and I’m just sitting out here waiting to get hungry. I’m a bit of a pitiful sight compared to how I looked a few years back. Of course I was a bit swoll up back then, pushing a good 350+ pounds.
I like to think I had something to do with my weight loss. But it was more my bad habits that got the ball rolling. In the mirror I look like a slimmer, sadder version of my old man. We apparently traveled down the same health road. With me veering off into a different direction it seems. I don’t want to think of him as a quitter. I believe his will to survive was overruled by his generational attitude towards mental, physical, and spiritual health.
But that’s okay, I definitely understand. For so long I carried the same attitudes till the fear of death eventually saved me. Along this journey I’ve learned a lot about myself. About how my mental health broke down my physical health. And that eventually I had to save my mind in order to save myself physically. So now while staring at the peeling bark on this old sycamore tree I’m reminded. The whole journey of life begins with letting go. Letting go of past pain, bad habits, old grudges, and hateful attitudes.
I like to think I had something to do with my weight loss. But it was more my bad habits that got the ball rolling. In the mirror I look like a slimmer, sadder version of my old man. We apparently traveled down the same health road. With me veering off into a different direction it seems. I don’t want to think of him as a quitter. I believe his will to survive was overruled by his generational attitude towards mental, physical, and spiritual health.
But that’s okay, I definitely understand. For so long I carried the same attitudes till the fear of death eventually saved me. Along this journey I’ve learned a lot about myself. About how my mental health broke down my physical health. And that eventually I had to save my mind in order to save myself physically. So now while staring at the peeling bark on this old sycamore tree I’m reminded. The whole journey of life begins with letting go. Letting go of past pain, bad habits, old grudges, and hateful attitudes.
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