I went for a walk today. I go for a walk most days, but I missed the past two days. I have been walking almost every day for twenty-something years, and I am still capable of forgetting (apparently after only two days) how much I *require* this simple practice in my life for overall wellbeing. It is a true revelation every time I “remember” that it is the simple things that make the most difference.
For the time being, I am relegated to being in a city instead of my beloved mountains. In July. In the south. It is so H.O.T…. The hot of the deep south… sticky, humid, and I-am-already-sweating-even-though-I-just-took-a-shower-kind of HOT. No, I won’t melt, but it feels like I might any minute.
Today, I got up and out the door early, or at least early for me these days. I was surprised at how nice and cool it was. As I always am, I was once again shown how amazing I feel after a nice long walk…even in the city. Not just physically in my body, but also the peace I feel in my heart and how light and free my spirit feels. It is a true gift that keeps on giving throughout the day.
Easily slipping into the familiar habits of a night owl, early mornings don’t always come easily. But for now, I must make every effort if I am to receive the benefits of this healing practice in a city where the daily forecasted temperature begins with the number 9. It is my intention to change my patterns and habits. Some days, I call upon the deepest recesses of my very being to muster the discipline to drag myself out of bed when the skies are still dark, and my eyelids are heavy.
But you know what? It is worth it for so many reasons. Once I decide to do something, I do it. I am in the practice of holding myself lovingly accountable, especially when it comes to Self-Care. It’s not making myself do something, so much as choosing not to negotiate with myself regarding rituals that I consider essential.
This decision has made all the difference. And I am infinitely grateful.
xoxCollin
