I slog.
I thought I had coined the word, but apparently Miriam Webster got there first. The definition, however, fits precisely: “to plod heavily.” Yes, I am a slogger.
Why do I continue to plod heavily every morning? Firstly, I believe any kind of physical exercise has more health benefits than, say, sitting in an armchair drinking coffee to wake up. To sit at my computer day after day without exercise, to deny myself the healing elements of fresh air and sunshine, to ignore the need for the discipline to drive myself beyond my perceived limits—these things are not positive. I believe exercise can be a preventative to seizing up entirely or consuming inordinate amounts of medication for an increasing variety of aches and pains. To quote some wise soul, “It ain’t pretty, but it works.”
Secondly, I am blessed to live in the country, so I’m free to slog at my pleasure without offending unsuspecting passersby. Besides the aforementioned reasons for slogging, motivation for my pathetic presentation includes age, asthma and inherited lack of athletic agility. I think slogging can slow the unalterable effects of aging, exercise asthmatic lungs and keep my body limber, if not agile.
So it is in many areas of our lives. I continue to pray, in spite of the fact that my efforts are often lame and crippled. “I know whom I have believed and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I have committed unto Him against that day,” no matter how pathetic my efforts seem.
I continue to sing, although some unknown malady causes my vocal cords to slog out of tune at times without warning.
I continue to write in asthmatic attempts to communicate my thoughts to readers. I don’t wish my gifts, however limited, to be wasted because they are not perfect. “Mistakes are made, I’ll not deny, but only made by those who try.” I can’t tell you who said that, but the quote is easy to remember and worth repeating.
Advice for the day: keep slogging. It’s better than seizing up, and you never know how many people you might encourage, entertain or inspire.
Janice L. Dick 
Love this post, Jan. It encourages me–not only to physically exercise (it does that, if only a walk on my indoor elliptical out of the skin-searing sun) but, more, to exercise my purpose, my passion, and my too-often-pathetic attempts at writing! Bit by bit the words compose themselves, bit by bit the Word shows Himself. Thanks for your lovely exhortations!
Thanks Deb. Are you home now? I’ve been imagining I’m sitting with you outside a little Parisian bakery having chocolate croissants and hot chocolate. 🙂
Hi Janice – Nice to meet you. I saw the link on the HHP Facebook page. I’m also one of their authors. Blessings, Susan 🙂
You too, Susan. I came across your name as I was compiling the author information—just before I received the compiled list from GG.
Slog is such a great word…so descriptive…thanks for reminding me to keep slogging!
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