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And yet it’s already Tuesday. It’s almost April, even.

I wouldn’t say that going back to work full time on short notice is like going from 0 to 60, especially since there is training, and I don’t have to be a subject matter expert right out of the gate, but it is definitely a big shift. Maybe more like going from 20 to 60.

I have been working on other projects and trying to cultivate good habits, which I knew would be a challenge to maintain, but I am already struggling. And I have plans for Camp NaNoWriMo in April which I am pretty determined to execute.

I know that people don’t do everything perfectly every day in terms of balancing work and exercise and personal projects and home life, but it is feeling like a serious challenge to even get close. Of course, it has only been two days, and I knew that the first week would be rough. It’s kind of nice to have a reason to get up and dressed and out the door first thing in the morning, and while I am tired, I am not feeling worn out or stressed. More like curious. How am I going to work, keep up my good practices, and continue my career development path? Where am I going to find the right hours in the right place in the right order?

I will admit that I am not at all sure, but for the first time in a long time, if not ever, I am fairly certain that it is indeed possible. Perhaps it is this “piece at a time”\”compound effect of incremental change” approach I have been taking to things that I want to do. Maybe that approach is what will make the pieces fit together.

The only way to find out is to try it.

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Like many people, I could do with more exercise, and I struggle to work it into my life on a consistent basis.

A friend of mine suggested recently that I should just take a walk around the block first thing in the morning. I could always do more later, but I would be starting the day with some fresh air in my lungs. Sounds easy enough, right?

The view as a I start walking down my street

While I enjoy early mornings, I am not much of a morning person. I don’t wake up and pop right out of bed, ready to face the day. If I wake up to lovely music on the radio and feeling snuggly and comfortable in bed, I am not keen to change the situation, and if I do get myself upright in short order, it takes a while before I feel like getting dressed and really starting the day.

This bumblebee is more industrious than I am in the morning.

It took three days between advice and action, and the first action did not bode well. The temperature was not too hot, but it was quite humid. Exhaust plus humidity equals dank air which is not particularly pleasant to breathe. I did make it through a short loop through the neighborhood, and I have managed to do the same thing every day since. Today marks eight days in a row.

All sorts of flowers, wild and cultivated, grow along my route.

The key is to not think about it too much. I get up, put on appropriate clothing, have a drink of water if I think about it, pick up a house key, and walk out the door. I don’t take music or my phone. I don’t wear any sort of device which tracks where I am going or how many steps I take or how far I go or what my heart rate is or how many calories I am burning or compares one day to another. I don’t know how far or how fast. Sometimes more and sometimes less, varying the route according to the morning’s whim. I just walk.

There’s a river to my left as I walk this path.

While I am not sure how much it is helping overall (it has only been eight days), it has not been difficult. As the song says, I just put one foot in front of the other.

I was worried that it would be difficult to motivate myself without music or that the brain weasels would detract from the salubrious effects of these morning perambulations. If I feel as if anxious thoughts are taking over, I can sing a song in my head — make my own music. I pay attention to where I am going and what is around me.

A feather

Yesterday I took a second walk with my phone so that I could take some pictures. I would like to take more pictures, especially of some of the houses I pass, but carrying a camera gets in the way of the simplicity of the endeavor, and folks might not care for their homes being photographed by a random person strolling through the neighborhood, so I am going to wait and see on that idea.

Maybe I will give it some thought on tomorrow’s walk.

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