This morning I woke up with a foggy feeling in my head and it was as if I hadn’t slept at all. I felt lazy, and just wanted to continue lying on my bed, but I knew that doing so would simply set the wrong tone for my day and literally muttering ‘mind over matter, mind over matter’ I basically cajoled myself to crawl out of bed and take my antidote – which is to go out for a brisk walk, to get some fresh air and hopefully feel more alive in the process.
My brisk walk can involve various things depending on my mood, either listening and humming to music that I enjoy with an occasional shake and a jig to accentuate the notes that hit home, listening to a podcast or any talk that piques my interest, venting in my head and going over an argument that I had with hubby and realizing that maybe I should have used a better punchline than I had; mentally deciding to save a punchline and use it to drive home my point, going over my to-do list in my head, making a shopping list, thinking of random stuff and just watching people go about their business…
I had almost come to end of my walk when an idea popped into my head out of the blues and I was so excited at the thought that I made a mental note not to forget to include it in my soon to be executed plans. Right as I turned into the bend leading to our apartment block, I ran into a young dad and a toddler – who by my assessment is barely more that 24 months – attempting to play football, and I slowed my pace to absorb the scene.
The man kept a few paces apart and kicked the ball towards his son. It’s either because the baby was wholly new to the game or wasn’t sure what to do; he missed it not once but four times. After each miss, his dad patiently walked towards him, picked the ball and kicked it again. I was silently rooting in my head for the little one and just as soon as I thought that he would miss it yet again, his little foot finally connected with the ball and he kicked it back with gusto. The ring of his delight and joy from his accomplishment had me applauding both of them and a huge smile made its way to my face.
A brisk walk of 40 minutes not only brought me such unexpected fullness, it drew home several pointers and set a positive tone for my day. During my grudgingly taken walk, I got inspired, I saw love and patience, I saw resilience and joy, I became energized, I gained more clarity and buzz that I wouldn’t have found in my cup of coffee. These little things we often overlook, they are the things that matter.
How is your week going so far?
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Sounds like a great way to start the day. My husband, too, is a morning walker. I’ve never been much of a “morning person” taking quite a while just to jump start my engine, but I may have to drag myself out one AM. We are suffering a heat wave in this area at the moment so mornings may be the best time to walk!!
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That is a good way to start the day! And a reason to walk the pug. I like to see the folks around our house and notice them more as morning time is a telling time: how people start their day. I am glad to see you return to blogging!
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Hello Nancy, it most certainly helps rev my engine though I take evening walks occasionally. AM walks might be the thing for you to do now that the weather is unfriendly at your end. This way is equally heated (though it’s that way most of the year) Thank you for stopping by.
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I like that phrase ‘morning time is a telling time.’ I am honestly happy to be back. Not blogging actually affected me emotionally. Each day I felt sad about the fact that I was not tending my blog, yet it was also a struggle. I feel better.
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Which part of the world are you in ?
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I thought, for a minute, that your precious idea may have departed your head as you took delight in the toddler!
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Thankfully not 🙂
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