After three months of juggling work and home and dogs without Pure Luck’s assistance, three months in which I discovered I didn’t really get home early enough to walk the dogs and had to lean on Snowman and our beloved Dog Walker, three months of driving the car and flying the desk–
I am way out of shape.
Not that I was in brilliant shape to begin with, but it’s worse now. (Our laundry has also suffered.)
Sunday after I came home from Pastor Peter’s installation, we had a really nice walk with the dogs in a local park. I realized how good it felt to just walk around outside. I know this sounds silly, but I’ve been working a lot.
Yesterday, after reflecting on how much I enjoyed the walk, I called and asked Pure Luck if he will walk with me and keep me on the walking path. Now, walking with me is like walking with a baby to a tall man with Seven League Boots. But he said he would walk with me anytime.
I didn’t get home until 10 last night, and I was so tired I could hardly put one foot in front of the other, but we walked anyway. It was only a fifteen minute walk, but it was a walk. It was a walk. And I slept well.
I’m not sure why I have such a hard time making the space to take care of myself on a regular basis. Sure I fit in a massage, or the occasional pedicure, but that’s an hour once a month, or once a quarter. I’ve made a commitment to daily walking in the past, and I know I felt better. I wish it would naturalize in my life, like daffodils that spread out and take over the yard. I suppose, as with any other new activity, I have to give it a chance to take hold.