Decided to take a brief escape from the home and kids and the endless groundhog’s day that is that existence. We took the time to find some trees up north. I love the chance to get out in open space and enjoy a bit of nature. It is something I’ve always known, at least unconsciously. Now it feels like a lifeline. It isn’t the same to be walking amidst the desert landscape—even in a riparian. That space, those low-slung houses in neat rows, all of it is so far from peaceful that I cannot find any good in it.
When I walk at home I need to be going somewhere or find another way to transport myself away from the walk. If alone an audiobook turns the trick. If not, I try to get lost in conversation and forget where I am. This is how I survive.
I’m long past wanting to just survive.
Some Thoughts:
- Balance does not appear overnight. I’m trying to isolate the number of days in a week I focus on football. That means moving the wire to Mondays and making it a reflective piece. It lacks a certain alliteration but if I am going to do it then I need to do it on a day where I am still at least casually thinking about the game. Maybe I don’t do it at all…
- My love of the game is fading. Part of it is because I know how much the Lady dislikes it, so that reduces the joy I take in it. Part of it is because it is becoming all-consuming. Balance in all things.
- Yet I am still talking about it…