Sorry for the inactivity. I’m inside my own head again and the writing doesn’t come when I’m thinking and worrying and overreacting to the various things in my own life. Nothing drastic or earth-shattering, just stuff like being asked to do one more thing at school when you don’t see the point or really working on trying to be consistent with diet/exercise and seeing zero results or watching as your friend from high school descends down the Trump Rabbit Hole, never to return. Add that to the fact I’m fully convinced that my own brain is addled by ADD/ADHA (self-diagnosis of course), it make writing hard sometimes.

#areyouok

Yes, I’m fine. You’re fine. We are all fine.

Not really, but it’s ok to not be fine.

Oye, where am I going?

#backingaway

Hush. There are those moments of clarity where it just all makes sense. Last night, we left school with a plan. That whole consistency thing with my health and weight was being substituted with a stop at the local library. They are offering a free language program and my skills with DuLingo have not grown at all. Doing a little research on this program, I’m excited to get into it, but I have to register. No biggie, right?

#wrong

You guessed it. Mondays, they close at 1:00 PM. What the heck? So, a good run and lift are out the door because my wife is like, “You said we’d go home after this, so we are going home.” Yeah, that’s a little consistency sabotage to, but that’s another post.

#uhoh

So now I’m irritated and start going off on the day. We had a less than satisfactory meeting, the kids were not good, I spilling my lunch all over (my pants, the ground, the cooler, EVERYWHERE), and on and on. We get home and my wife asks, “What should we do for us?”. I suggest a walk because at this point, I’m crawling out of my skin, so that’s what we do, we walk.

Two and a half miles later, life is good. I get all that negative energy out and we are both feeling better about life. The movement is so necessary for my own mental health. The more I exercise, the better I feel about me, the better I sleep, and the better I feel about life. We waved and smiled as cars when by thinking, “Who are those crazy people?” We saw a bald eagle soaring (not unusual, but still cool), and we talked to cows along the route, always a treat. I’ve really worked lately on walking. I love to crank up the treadmill to 4 mph hour, the crank up the incline to 10%, and feel the burn. While I can’t hold that level for a long time, it’s getting more comfortable. This walk was a “pleasure” walk. I tend to push, so my wife made it a point to dial me back. It was just what the doctor ordered.

Today, I was back to 4.3 miles per hour and 8%, and yes, the sweat and elevated heart rate felt good. But so did the simple act of getting out into the sun and feel that stress just drift away.

Either way, find that time to release your stress.

It does help! šŸ™‚