So I was sitting on the couch just now, watching some Joy of Painting with Bob Ross as a way of relaxing. You know, as you do. And I was feeling pretty good, because I’d eaten within my calorie budget. And I was just thinking that maybe I’d take it slow and wait until next week to get back on the exercise bandwagon. And then Bob spoke to me.
So I changed into my sweats, and left the show on, and did my exercises. Just me and Bob, happy to let things happen and be relaxed. And I feel good. And a little reflective.
I remember encountering Bob Ross on PBS in the early 90s, when my family had moved back to the states. I was living at home still, working a fast food job and attending night school and not certain what I was doing with my life. My dad was still alive, but he’d been diagnosed with cancer.
I’d watch Bob Ross on Sunday mornings, before heading into work. He always made me feel happy and relaxed, kind of like Mr. Rogers did when I was little. No matter how tough the week, or how tough it was watching my dad get worse, his show was a half hour of peace and relaxation and happy clouds and trees.
I don’t honestly know quite where I’m going with this post, really. There’s no grand realizations here. At least, I don’t think there are. I’m just relaxed, and remembering, and realizing I didn’t make a mistake or anything like that. I just had a little accident, and something wonderful’s going to come out of it.
I think I need to work out with Bob Ross more. Keep it relaxed, and enjoy the moment.