Joy: Walking

I almost didn’t post today. I had no energy Friday evening, I was feeling better on Saturday, and then today was not feeling 100%. But I went on two walks this weekend that were just what I needed.

fall leaves blue sky

Saturday afternoon I walked with my brother and grandma. We have a 2 mile loop in her neighborhood with plenty of hills which makes it quite a workout for whoever pushes Johnny’s wheelchair. Initially there were a few raindrops, and it was fairly chilly. But we pressed on and were rewarded with some perfect fall weather.

All weekend I debated various activities. I wanted to visit Saint Dinette as twitter told me they were putting a lobster poutine on their menu, and I since I still haven’t been there, a fancy french fry/gravy/cheese curd/lobster dish sounded like a good reason. However I didn’t have a buddy, and I wasn’t in quite the mood to venture alone. I also have been seriously craving a Dangerous Man Peanut Butter Porter. However I definitely didn’t want to deal with crazy crowds, and there was no way to know what the vibe was before arriving.

Tonight (Sunday evening) a friend reached out to go for a walk, and it was what I needed. Again I didn’t quite have the ambition to go alone (aka the trend of the weekend). So I am very thankful he reached out. During the walk I discussed how I have felt like I am in a rut. His response was that I’ll be out of my rut in the next 8 weeks. All I could do was chuckle. 8 weeks is November 12. And while I would love to think that major things can happen in 8 weeks, and I know they do for other people, I do not think I am one of those people.

What changes have you made in 8 weeks or less?

Do you make ideas/plans in your head but rarely enact them?

One thought on “Joy: Walking

  1. Before I forget, the place with the gouda hashbrowns is Hazellewood Grille. It’s in Excelsior, so kind of a haul for you, but those hashbrowns were sooooo good!

    Usually my life doesn’t change much in 8 weeks periods of time but this last year has been so full of change and projects between planning a wedding in the spring and now planning for the arrival of a baby in March. I look forward to moving one week further along and finding out how much the baby changes from week to week. The crazy thing (to me) is that the baby will double in size between now and when I hit the 20th week, which is about 4 weeks away. That just blows my mind! So for a fetus, lots changes in 8 weeks; for a grown adult – not so much. Although life can change in the blink of an eye. You could stumble upon a job opportunity or a meet someone special. I did not expect to meet Phil when I did – it was a blind date and it was planned in a pretty short time frame and then meeting him really changed my life.So change can happen in 8 weeks, it’s just not the kind of change you can necessarily plan for!

    I hope you get out of your funk soon as it’s tough to feel that way. I’ve been in your shoes before and felt similarly. Often times, a change in seasons will help as seeing the world change around you can sometimes get you out of a rut/funk. Hang in there lady!

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