I Like To Move It

I’ve been on a self-improvement kick lately, nothing strenuous or time consuming, something along the lines of being aware. I’m investing in myself, my future, but I’m not taking my old bull-in-the-china-shop approach and trying to achieve it all in one week.  As writers, we all know about setting goals and documenting progress and watching a goal materialize. We have to remember that everything we do to maintain our success—however we define that—it must be nurtured, improved upon, fed every day. It’s a hungry beast.

Life is the same way. With the setting of goals for writing built in, I figured I could use the same approach to life in general. My most important concerns are health and wellness, and if I’m being really, really honest, maybe a little more disposable income. I need to assess my issues and work toward making my goals, my choices, and my positive changes permanent. Not simply to make changes for this week, this month, or even this year.

I’d recently caught the credits of a movie on cable TV and the music was a rap-reggae-type song I Like to Move It, and all of these funky animals were dancing and singing, “I like to move it, move it, move it…” I got up and sang and danced along. It was fun.

People Dancing at a DiscothequeNo clue what the movie was, maybe Madagascar 2? Anyway, the song stuck in my thoughts…you know the old earworm…and you can’t shake it for days. I looked up the lyrics and they were pretty weird, but the beat is great, so don’t think about the lyrics. Just move it, move it.

During the past week I’d also read Deepak Chopra’s book, What Are You Hungry For? It was insightful and had me focused on being more aware. Making conscious decisions rather than reaching for the familiar. There is a quote on the back of the book that I love: “Life is about fulfillment. If your life isn’t fulfilled, your stomach can never supply what is missing.”

In keeping with my theme, I watched the movie, Dodgeball. It made me laugh out loud. I’d forgotten how good that movie is, and yet it’s such a silly premise. But it’s all about taking chances, moving forward, taking a risk. And I started to write again, fingers happily moving over the keyboard. All of this denotes forward movement. Isn’t that what life is about? Every day we wake up with the same choices: be active and elevate our situation, maintain the status quo, or sit on the couch with a bag of chips.

We all have good days and not so good days. They won’t all be highly active days, and sometimes those chips will be necessary. But if we can honestly say we moved forward in at least one aspect of our life then we’re consciously engaged. With respect to goals, it’s important to look at how consistent we are, how serious we are. We’ve all heard “we are the choices we make” and we all have different strengths and weaknesses. We won’t get healthy, wealthy, or wise, in a week or a month. We’ll occasionally slide back. But if we keep trying, keep laughing, dancing, singing, or writing a few words a day, eventually we’ll have a completed manuscript and a lighter spirit. What we create—using whatever means we have—can only result in improvement in our life and that improvement will be visible and meaningful.

Just know that my new motto is: I like to move, move it, move it, so sing it with me, baby!

 

 

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16 Responses to I Like To Move It

  1. Inspiring as always Robin. Thanks for the fun earworms.

  2. robena grant says:

    You’re welcome, Lynne. Thank your son from me today for his wonderful service to our country.

  3. Wonderful post, Roben. Thank you – I needed to read this today. Have a great week! <3

  4. robena grant says:

    You too, Robin. Glad you enjoyed my introspection. ; )

  5. Kady Winter says:

    Movin’ it! Thanks Roben!

  6. robena grant says:

    Hi, Kady. I can hear your breathlessness. ; )

  7. Dee J. says:

    Great post! Very good advice! Now I need to go move it, move it!!

  8. robena grant says:

    Thanks, Dee J. I procrastinated about writing new words today, and then I remembered my post and thought if I want progress, better move it, move it. So I did. : )

  9. Sam Beck says:

    I don’t understand most of the lyrics to that song either, but it’s still a definite kick in the pants, no matter what the “it” is I’m trying to move. 🙂

    Thanks for reminding me to move it!

  10. robena grant says:

    They are crazy lyrics, Sam. They make no sense but the beat and the fun makes up for the lack. When I downloaded those lyrics I was amazed, I’d been singing it all wrong. Ha ha. So long as we move it, it’s all good.; )

  11. Barb Han says:

    As usual, you are spot on, Robena! I love your posts. Onward and upward to us all. And if you need a sit-on-the-couch-chip-eating-buddy, all you have to do is call. 🙂

  12. Cindy says:

    We are in the same place, Robena! Sometimes I’ve been in a rut so long that I think, wow, maybe I’ll never be able to change. Recently had my second diagnosis of pre-diabetes and presto, this time I really changed. Last time, I sort of changed. I took cookies and sugar out of the house but allowed a treat when out. Went to barbecue over weekend and passed on the brownie/caramel/ice cream dessert. I have not eaten sugar since that diagnosis. The other thing my doc said was “aerobic is better than yoga to fix this.” So maybe I need to watch that video you posted, lol.

  13. robena grant says:

    Sorry about the pre-diabetes diagnosis, Cindy. You can whip this. Just watch the video and dance in your chair. ; )

  14. Speaking of moving it, I recently saw the Fitdesk exists. It’s a stationary bike with a desk attached for your laptop or whatever. I’m thinking about getting one. I’d walk more if my feet didn’t hurt from work and this thing might be a good solution.

    • robena grant says:

      I heard about that, Kate. I have a spinner bike and have often wondered if I could make a table attachment. : ) I do know of a couple of writers who have treadmill desks.
      I hear you on the sore feet. I have the sore knee that flares up when I walk too much.