Mustering that energy
Twenty degrees Fahrenheit.
Minus seven degrees Celsius.
But the sun is shining.
Early morning get up.
Cannot stay in bed.
Sleep is in the head no longer.
Morning exercises done.
The dog is fed and staring.
The sun shines brightly through the window.
I still cannot face it.
Can I wait another few minutes?
Can I sip a bit more coffee?
How will it impact my day if I procrastinate?
I usually do two walks.
Yesterday I did two in one.
Instead of one mile each time, I did three.
It was a win and my day went better.
Why do I do it?
Why do I need to feel that accomplishment?
Why can I not be like other people my age?
Seventy or almost seventy is the new fifty.
Or is it?
Is that just a way of fooling myself?
The dog stares.
The Border collie is smart and knows me.
He is strangely patient, something almost unknown to his canine persona.
He lies on the top of the landing and stares.
The Border collie stare is strong and clear.
There is no denying what it tells me.
Get up and move!
I continue to write.
I am doing my blog.
It is part of my daily routine.
Letting the difficulties and accomplishments flow through my fingers.
In this case, from my fingers to my word processing file.
It is cathartic.
One would think that all my ducks would be in a row.
One would think that issues would all be solved.
Life, however, is not like that.
Issues appear out of nowhere
At least there are no easy answers.
So at least
harness up that dog
and walk him
and despite the cold
of a stark, blue skied, winter day
I will feel
for having moved
and having started
One more sip of coffee
and I’ll go,
just one more sip…