I’ve started taking walks in the mornings, right after I wake up. Initially I wanted to go to the gym most days a week, but as soon as this quarter got going, I knew there’d be no way that would happen. And since my running accident earlier this year, I haven’t been the biggest fan of the sport. So… walking!
And I do it first thing in the morning because if I don’t, I keep telling myself I will, and then nighttime rolls around and, well, there goes the day without the walk. If I get up and just go right away, it’s over with – no pondering or pushing myself required.
I still have to force myself a little to get out of bed extra early, but once I’m out the door, I very much enjoy that half-hour to myself. What’s really cool about it is how I get to watch my town wake up. Our city’s relatively small compared to others I’ve lived in – the population’s around 45,000 – so most stores downtown don’t open until ten or so. But on my walks (around 7:30 in the morning) I get to see shopkeepers getting ready for the day, drink delivery trucks restocking restaurants, people walking to work with coffee and briefcase in hand. The city is quiet, peaceful, waking up.
Over time I’ve seen window displays change. I’ve noticed stores I’ve never paid attention to before and find some I want to visit (this cookie-ice-cream-sandwich shop just opened up – I really want to try it!). I feel very much comfortably alone but somehow entirely connected to everything too, and it’s really nice. I smell bacon cooking as I pass some of the houses, hear alarm clocks go off, see people leave for class. I watch the sun rise over my city and feel part of something bigger than just myself.
I’ll be the first to admit: I’m such a Facebook creeper when it comes to people I know getting married. (especially those people who I know but whose weddings I’m not going to…)
I can name seven or eight couples who just got engaged or married whose Facebook pages I check at least once a week – to read the well-wishes, to see the happy pictures, to get ideas for my own wedding. I’m a lurker, I know… it’s bad.
I guess I don’t really see it as a truly bad thing though. I mean, I’m so incredibly excited and happy for all of these people that I also want to partake in the celebrations, even if it’s days (or months) after the event and via a computer from hundreds of miles away. Every time I see any of their pictures – from the proposal picture of one friend to the “I now pronounce you…” shot of another – I get so giddy for them and excited for myself, because soon enough it will be my turn.
My friend Aaron put it quite well not too long ago: http://aarontmccoy.tumblr.com/post/32916718390/a-matter-of-happiness-or-thanks-facebook-friends-for
And don’t worry, Facebook – in a week or so, I’ll have some adorable engagement pictures of my own to share with you. ❤
Wow, it’s been almost two months since I last posted. And even longer since I’ve written.
Two months. That’s a pretty long time.
Usually words just flow from my fingers, sometimes gushing out of me like a rushing river, tripping over each other to make it onto the page. I feel like I’ve stopped a certain part of myself from living by not having written in a while, like a piece of me has been missing all of this time.
I could say I’ve been busy, and that wouldn’t be a lie. Between taking 19 units, leading a club, looking for a job, being in a long-distance relationship and planning a wedding, it’s
sometimes usually hard to find the time to write. But all of these things should cause me to want to write even more. And there’s no doubt that they do – I just don’t seem to get around to putting the words down on paper.
So it’s time to admit something: I’m using this blog post to help me get my creative juices flowing again so I can write a cover letter because the words there just seem to be stuck. (Hopefully it will also help me to start posting again, because life is always better when I write more)
So sorry, blog post. You’re just a measly pawn I had to use, a stepping stone for me to get somewhere greater.
And to the rest of the word: hopefully I’ll be back soon.