In the last week I have seen five different waterfalls, hiked goodness knows how many miles (probably like 8, but whatever), been to a different city, and been outside almost as much as I’ve been inside.
Yesterday, though, I had to stay in. I was hosting book club last night, so I couldn’t go anywhere. Friends kept asking me if I wanted to go out and play, go hike around a beautiful like. I had to say no.
All through book club, I found myself day dreaming about getting outside. It probably didn’t help that I couldn’t really get a word in edge wise, so I was just sitting there eating apple slices in caramel sauce. After seeing beautiful nature, I wasn’t as enthralled with complaining about how Piper Kerman didn’t have a tough enough time in prison.
It must be a sign that this new, more adventurous, lifestyle is starting to take hold. I don’t really want to stay home and sit on my butt when I can be out gallivanting the earth.
It’s almost been over a week since I’ve line danced. This also has been taking a toll on my soul.
Which leaves me wanting to do both with my first free evening. Maybe I can get a walk in on the trail close by, and make it to the bar by 7:30 for line dance lessons.
Now that I’ve cast aside the negative voices in my head, I’ve begun to really see the world.
Also, I’ve lost 3 pounds. Go me!
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