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Bad Ideas

It happens. It's possible I've long mistaken my ability to recognize a bad idea for issues with committing to long term plans. Yes that's it - I simply realized after hours of pain and as my insides revolted against me that a juice cleanse was not a good idea.

Other things prove on the contrary to be great ideas. I was just laying here in bed thinking about my ability to move my recently broken inflexible weakened body into locust pose like a grasshopper. From the back of the room it didn't look that hard but the first day it felt impossible. It seemed like a good idea to keep trying. Sounds simple and it is. Listen to your body. Good ideas feel good and bad ideas feel bad.

The old fashioned way of doing things is generally a pretty good idea. Yoga is ages old and it's still around. Clearly the cave men didn't have diet pills and juice cleanses to make themselves feel good. Not saying I'm going all paleo - again too extreme for me to maintain. But I think I will just settle into a few good ideas without pressure to do anything but love a meaningful life.

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