Hug and Swak Day
Hugging feels good, overcomes fear, eases tension, provides stretching exercise if you're short, and stooping exercise if you're tall. Hugging does not upset the environment, saves heat, and requires no special equipment. It makes happy days happier, and impossible days possible. Kathy Tobin
Yea, yea, I know February is Heart Month. What you really should know, is that February 14 is every cardiac sur- vivor's badda-boom of recovery days -- greater than any imaginary red cherry, crowned atop an illusive double-dab of whipped cream, slathered above a toxic triple scooped ice cream sundae, you used to lust for, not long ago. You shan't be denied, however. Today is your day, literally, no matter how far you may be advanced in your recuperative stage. So hop to it. Set your little red heart pillow down (or pick it up, whatever your strengths.)
Lovable chores await the faithful and converted.
It's now time to re-energize and redirect those devilish endor- phins. This is a great day to take bold liberties, to put a skip in your step, once more. For starters, go back and give your care- giver or loved-one another big hug and a swak. Maybe to both, if you're of a frisky mind. Whatever your final tally, don't stop this time until you've got tired arms and sore lips. Or need medical assistance.
A kiss, is nothing more than a lovely trick designed by Mother Nature to stop speech, when words become superfluous. Hope- fully, you haven't forgotten this point, since your teen years.
I'm a firm believer, that random 'survivor-swaks' should be dis- pensed, using any carefree combination, oh say between gusto and no-reason, especially on those days that end in a "y." No Rx prescriptions are required.
Around about this time, I've usually found that laughing becomes a good by-product of the entire exercise. It's much like jogging on the inside.
I'll likely have more to say on the matter, later. Right now, I'm scurrying around trying to confirm dinner reservations for tonight. Almost anywhere.
Rest assured, other chores have already been addressed. For now.
Yea, yea, I know February is Heart Month. What you really should know, is that February 14 is every cardiac sur- vivor's badda-boom of recovery days -- greater than any imaginary red cherry, crowned atop an illusive double-dab of whipped cream, slathered above a toxic triple scooped ice cream sundae, you used to lust for, not long ago. You shan't be denied, however. Today is your day, literally, no matter how far you may be advanced in your recuperative stage. So hop to it. Set your little red heart pillow down (or pick it up, whatever your strengths.)Lovable chores await the faithful and converted.
It's now time to re-energize and redirect those devilish endor- phins. This is a great day to take bold liberties, to put a skip in your step, once more. For starters, go back and give your care- giver or loved-one another big hug and a swak. Maybe to both, if you're of a frisky mind. Whatever your final tally, don't stop this time until you've got tired arms and sore lips. Or need medical assistance.
A kiss, is nothing more than a lovely trick designed by Mother Nature to stop speech, when words become superfluous. Hope- fully, you haven't forgotten this point, since your teen years.
I'm a firm believer, that random 'survivor-swaks' should be dis- pensed, using any carefree combination, oh say between gusto and no-reason, especially on those days that end in a "y." No Rx prescriptions are required.
Around about this time, I've usually found that laughing becomes a good by-product of the entire exercise. It's much like jogging on the inside.
I'll likely have more to say on the matter, later. Right now, I'm scurrying around trying to confirm dinner reservations for tonight. Almost anywhere.
Rest assured, other chores have already been addressed. For now.
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