Hi Maniacs! It’s Monica!
Long time, no blog! I will start by explaining where I have been. Coping. Surviving. Managing. Does that sound familiar to any of you? Could I be describing your life? I had to take a step back from the pressure of blogging for awhile. Did anyone put pressure on me? Naw, it was all me. I have seen this happen to me many times in my life. When I am feeling overwhelmed, I do an inventory of what is causing me stress. What I can scale back, I do. It’s the little bit of control I have when I feel out of control.
I have had my head down and I have been plowing through my days. Sound like fun? What the hell am I thinking? That is no way to live. I need to de-stress!
Today I decided to take a walk. Screw the fact that I haven’t shaved my legs in a few days! As long as I keep moving, they won’t notice! Instead of putting on my iPod earbuds and powering through, I decided to make this a “thinking” walk. I would not hide in the music and podcasts. I would enjoy the sounds, the weather, and the scenery. De-stress!
Here’s how it went:
Step outside. Deep breath! Ahhh! I resolve to eat only healthy food. I will breathe and release all of the day’s tension. This walk is a great idea!
Two doors down from my house- Realize my legs are not only unshaved, but they are rather pasty looking. Thought about going back and changing into capri pants. Decided I would brave it with the pasty legs and keep moving. There is a good chance if I go back into the house, I would pour a glass of wine while looking for capris that match my cute tank top and never make it back out again.
Mile 1- Feeling good! Taking deep cleansing breaths. Watching the birds flit about and wonder if noticing birds makes me old. Decide to ignore birds.
Mile 1.5- Eeeeeeew! Yes, I said that aloud. Crouched down to look at a dead headless lizard I almost stepped on. I don’t know why I decided I needed to see it closer-up, but was mildly fascinated. Heard snickering from the buff young stud running by. Straightened up and continued my healing walk.
Mile 2- My frickin’ foot is killing me.
Mile 2.5- Feeling strong, feeling powerful! I imagine the people driving by are admiring my strength, serenity and pure physical prowess as I walk. I hear jogging behind me and wonder if it’s Buff Young Stud . I move slightly over so he can run past me. I put a little smile on my face as he passes and realize I am being overtaken by a pregnant woman! I roll my eyes and keep moving. So much for my physical prowess!
Back home- Teenagers bickering, husband still gone on travel, homework still undone, and dishes still in the sink. Decide to have that glass of wine after all. 🙂