I miss the LiveJournal days.
Somewhere enshrined in the internet are my 18-22-year-old musings. I keep telling myself I should carve out some time to try to figure out what my password could have been and dredge it all up. I think it’d be telling.
I used to love writing and I think when I first had a blog, it was just me writing. Nowadays it’s a whole industry. But I just want to write what I’m thinking, even if it isn’t cohesive, and especially because it isn’t organized.
Lately I’ve been going on walks. This is because I’m doing a fitness challenge for a charity very dear to my heart. It’s forced me to carve out time for myself and be out in the world. For a while I was walking loops in a townhome community, but after receiving my first vaccine dost I’ve felt bolstered enough to Go Somewhere on the other end of my walks. On Monday and Tuesday it was to the office supply store, for little things I needed for my small business. On Wednesday and Thursday it was to Whole Foods to buy a breakfast cherry turnover and a bougie iced coffee. It’s been so long since I did something like that. It felt so freeing. On Wednesday I also bought an orchid at the nursery I’ve been daydreaming about wandering for months. I carted it back home to put on my porch. I was happy as a clam. Today I bought wildflower seeds and planted them outside.
Walking is not a big part of suburban life for those of us who are fortunate enough to own a car. Especially not in South Florida, where the temperatures are often unbearable. But I wish it were a bigger part of my life. I’m on the cusp of a milestone birthday and I’m ready to embrace the things I like, whether or not they are practical. I recognize how lucky I am to be able to even say that. I can feel the privilege dripping from my fingers as I type this.
Anyhow, this is a season for remembering the restorative power of things I’ve always loved (writing. reading. gardening. the beach) and the things I’m starting to embrace (walking. slowing down.)
It’s almost spring and I’m remembering what it’s like to have hope. I hope you are, too. ❤
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