Sometimes, getting creative can be useful not only for the immediate goal, but also for a secondary but equally important one. You see, I didn’t have all my steps in for the day (based on my step goal on my fabulous FitBit) this evening, and so I was pacing forward and backward while talking with my mom. She told me that it was just too weird that I was doing that – literally walking forward and then reversing, while still facing and talking with her – and that I needed to stop walking like that. And so, I got creative. I walked at least five different ways that did not involve a forward-backward trek, and asked my mom how each one was. On the really fast shuffled steps, neither one of us could hold it together – it was just too funny. And so, by being creative and silly, I not only moved my step count closer to my step goal for the day, but I also created an opportunity for my mom and me to bond a little bit more. Mind, body, and soul are doing well. Healthy on all fronts tonight! 😛
I was a scorekeeper for a golf tournament today, and then I went to markets and festivals around town, giving me this Fitbit award.
I am totally proud.
When you’ve just got to reach that step goal, but it’s almost bedtime and way too hot and buggy outside…
P.S. In case you can’t tell, that was pacing the house for half an hour.
On my evening walk last night, I walked with a small opossum for a while. It was great. He was adorable. We were both enjoying the weather and a casual stroll in it. At one point, we paused and gazed into one another’s eyes for a few moments. It was very intimate. I guess it got a little too intimate for him, though, and he felt awkward. Because, a few seconds after our gazing into one another, he wandered off suddenly in a different direction. And I haven’t heard from him since. Sigh… And we had been having such a good time… Perhaps we will never understand the male sex…
Walking, walking, I hear the swish-chh, swish-chh of my steps through the ankle-high grass, plants, and flowers. Taller grass lines my path, and flowers surround me in any direction, waving delicately in the wind, reminding me ever so slightly of bobble heads and those dashboard dancing creatures. The wind makes a muffled howl over my ears as it whoos around and past me, giving me the perfect balance of cool air and hot sunlight. My hair whispies whisp around my face like the pitter-patter of raindrops on my face during yesterday’s sprinkles. Goats bleh at nothing in particular ahead of me, frolicking in the grass and climbing in the trees, occasionally falling out like it’s no big deal. I see one of the new babies following suit, monkey see, monkey do… for goats… I want to bottle this up (and take it everywhere with me, so I can pull it out whenever I am sad), runs through my head. But I know that it would be odd, bottling something that, in itself, expresses freedom, openness, and ease. You Can’t bottle this – that’s the point. That’s why it is so special. That’s why I am here right now. Because God and the world knew it was perfect for me right now. And it is perfection.
Grace, followed by gratitude and love. That is my today.
I read books in the movie theatre. It’s true. I really do. Not during the film, of course, but beforehand, and sometimes even during previews.
It all started when a friend of my dad’s gave me a book called Staying Alive in Year Five. I think it might be an Australian book. Whatever its origin, I loved reading the book. I remember being so excited to see what happened next that I took it with me everywhere, so I could read whenever I had the chance.
This, naturally, included the movie theatre. We always get to the film early in order to get good seats, and then the movie itself never starts at the specified time, anyway. So, I sat down in my seat by my family members, and I opened up my book and read. I was excited for the film, but I was also disappointed at having to stop reading, when it got to the beginning of the film.
Nowadays, I still read before a movie, if I’m there at all, of course. There hasn’t been much to spark my interest lately, so I haven’t often been at the cinema. And Japan was different, simply because I wanted to learn as much Japanese and Japanese culture as I could, so I watched all the previews and everything rather avidly. Aside from those specific circumstances, I read. I almost always have a book with me. Living in Japan meant that I ended up always having my Kindle, since hard copies of books in not Japanese weren’t so easy to come by. I would read at work, on the train, and at home. While walking around (once I bought earphones I could wear again [Thanks, Korea!]), I listened to audiobooks. Occasionally, I listened to music, but typically not. I just love books.
I walk on the wrong side, too. Whenever I’m on the stairs, or even if I end up in a sidewalk/hallway sort of situation most times, I don’t even realize that I’m in the left side until I reach oncoming traffic. At those times, I resort to my Japan automatic behavior of scooting simply to the middle of the stairwell, as opposed to switching sides entirely. While escalators and roads were set sides, stairwells and walkways often had signed alternate setups for walking (due to high traffic in train stations and such), so I regularly was too confused when either there weren’t signs or people united them. It quickly became a habit of mine, especially at school, just to put myself in the middle of the stairwell, and to let people go around me as they pleased.
And now I find myself always starting on the left side, and pushing quickly to the center as people approach, just like in Japan. I find it amazing, the habits we build in life.