It is all secret, mystery and marvel

I'm still going to the gym. That must be about two months now. Going on past experience, I'm hesitant to declare that I've (re)created a habit, but I'm pleased with my stickability so far. 

My new weights program is hard, which is good, but by the time I get to my cardio workout my energy is rather depleted. But I persist and do what I can. I remind myself of this quote I found via Pinterest: 

No matter how slow you go, you are still lapping everyone on the couch. 

I also think of this quote from Voltaire: 

The perfect is the enemy of the good.

I think of this quote quite often - it's a good mantra for life, I reckon.  Sometimes good is enough. Ease up on yourself. 

While I'm reciting quotes, one of my Twitter friends tweeted this quote by Santiago Ramon y Cajal last week. I think it's apt for this blog.  

It is strange to see how the populace, which nourishes its imagination with tales of witches or saints*, mysterious events and extraordinary occurrences, disdains the world around it as commonplace, monotonous and prosaic, without suspecting that at bottom it is all secret, mystery and marvel.

 *This was written in 1937. Today it would  say "vampires and celebrities". 

Another Pinterest find: check out these spectacular photos of rare and fantastical clouds. Mother Nature is amazing.

I forgot to mention I bought a slow cooker on Saturday. I'm just about to go and load it up with a lamb shoulder and vegies in preparation for dinner tomorrow night. I'm looking forward to coming home to the aroma of lamb.