getting going seems to be the secret. once the spirit of the mood is active, then I’m more positively inclined to do, to move.
if I lay back down, then I am done.
I may not interact with society until late in the morning.
having no boundaries on my time does not imply happiness and freedom. instead, the loose, haphazard manner in which I find myself is fully depressing.
so, my Garmin watch actually buzzes on my wrist, to “Move”. it gives me daily step goals. I love it. my husband and I, both Garmin users, are infected with the pursuit of 20,000 step days. admittedly, we are both just as happy to achieve 10,000 steps in a day.
but lower than that, and I feel like I could be a sloth. (which actually, would not be entirely a bad thing, if looked at in a certain way). at any rate, my self-hatred and guilt rules me.
so, heigh-ho, heigh-ho, it’s off to stepping I go!
*Picture taken by author (me) at the Hennepin Canal, in Illinois