Ever met someone who has stiffened up a bit and they're not even dead yet? Even worse, have you ever been that person?
My mom, who was fighting cancer the last five years of her life, was not one of those people. Neither was my mother-in-law who fought this same ugly disease. Although their bodies may have stiffened a bit due to this horrible disease, their minds and spirits remained limber and unhindered. The last days of their lives were filled with service, work, play--you know, life--the kinds of things that the living do and enjoy.
On the other hand, I know people that have been dying for years, whether it be physically, mentally, emotionally or spiritually. This is a slow, painful way to go; this is when rigor mortis sets in long before the heart stops beating, essentially turning them into walking corpses or the living dead or ZOMBIES! (Crap, there goes my Z post.)
Sometimes I wonder if I get too rigid in my ways--too holier than thou; too my way or the highway; too woe is me; too the Jones' have more, therefore I don't have enough. Rigor mortis is like that. It can creep up on you in lots of different ways.
So the moral of this story is, don't be a dead beat. Be open to new ideas. Help somebody with their problems instead of worrying about your own. Look at what you have instead of what you don't have.
And if that doesn't work, try eating chocolate, Silly Stringing something or someone, or burping the alphabet.
Lighten up folks: Live, Love, Laugh, Burp the Alphabet.
(Somebody should put that in vinyl on a block of wood or something. . .)
or maybe "Just so no to rigor mortis."
Do you ever feel rigor mortis setting in? What do you do to "keep loose?"