I am at an age that when I look back at life so far, I can see that it has been ‘forks in the road’ or ‘bumps in the road’ and the choices that resulted that has led me to living and working in Southwest France with my husband of 18 years. And I would imagine that it has been the same for just about everyone else. Yes?
Has anyone watched the TED talk about the difference between men’s and women’s brains and their thought processes? The one I saw, in short, talked about how men put things in ‘boxes’ and can quite easily keep them there (and yes, apparently there is a nothing box); and women, well, we women take a subject and link it to another, and another until we find ourselves caught up in a tangled web something like hanging onto the strings of multiple balloons on a windy day!
This is how my brain has gone with the newest adventure: blog writing. And since I am an introvert, and private person by nature, I am writing this blog to introduce myself to you and share experiences, especially with regard to our move to SW France and wellness choices. I hope you like it.
Honestly, there is little, if any, history in my family of being athletic or sporty in any way, shape, or form. I had a heart murmur as a child (not so rare as one would believe) that meant even jumping on the bed was forbidden, let alone soccer/football etc. When I had forgotten my medical note to be let out of gym class, the teacher would happily run me around the gym with all the others until I passed out – turns out I had asthma too. I also had absolutely no hand/eye co-ordination and once, in high school, I was told I had to participate in a basketball game only to embarrassingly put the ball into my own net because no one told me we changed halves at half time! There are just too many reasons why I could not be a professional fitness trainer, sports therapist, yoga, pilates professional with years of experience under my belt – but there you go. A fork in the road of life.