Note to Self

 

Mike is traveling this week. The kittens miss him. I miss him too, but I think it's healthy to have some time apart to miss each other. It's also good for him to get out of the house and be around people. I am of the opinion that the isolation that comes from working from home is not healthy long-term. Sure there are conveniences, but collaboration and connection are sacrificed. I'm grateful to go to the office everyday. I may not feel that way if I didn't love my job and the people I work with, or have a ton of flexibility and a 7 minute commute. It's surreal to me that after 25 years working for a company I no longer respected or trusted, I ended up in this place with these people. Note to self: never doubt new beginnings.

After a good day at work yesterday, I bundled up for a walk. Yea, it's back in the 30s...40s if we're lucky. I don't mind though because I had the trails mostly to myself. I took the river path. It's cold enough to not be muddy so there's that. I started a new podcast, Up and Vanished season 3. I like Payne Lindsey. Note to self: sign Lily up for that self defense class.

Two boxes of new walking shoes were delivered yesterday. I'll chose one, but I wore my old shoes anticipating mucky trails. I finally bit the bullet and ordered top of the line shoes. I will do whatever I have to to maximize my mileage by minimizing my aches and pains. Hello mid 50s. It's my intention to be better at stretching too. I know what I need to do. Note to self: do it. 

I made myself turn in last night before I really wanted to. Who is this night owl I've become? I decided to finally finish The Lincoln Highway. I had 30 pages. I made it through 20 before my lids were unbudgingly heavy. I was asleep soon after lights out. No monkey mind. Reading is better than any drug. Sometimes I stubbornly resist that which I know to be good for my mind, body and spirit. Note to self: stop doing that. Please.

This weekend presents itself as a blank slate. I'm not itching to make any plans. Last weekend was rather full. Saturday we were guests. Sunday we were hosts. It'll be a come what may stretch of days and that suits my current state of mind. Note to self: be.here.now.