On A Whim

The sun has barely climbed over the roof of the apartment building, but it is still glaring brightly onto the green siding of the other building next door.

I haven’t seen the cat this morning, but I did get our grocery delivery order done for the week.

Last night, being the often impulsive fellow that I am, I decided to book me and my wife a motel room on the coast. That way she could do some sea shelling along the beach. Mind you, this is not our normal time of the year to do this kinda thing. But for one reason or another, we have been putting off and putting off the trip all winter. So I decided there’s no time like the present, and I booked the trip.

But of course, the ever-present anxiety in my life decided to chime in, doing anything in its power to get me to cancel. But unlike the past where I would just give in, I weighed the pros and cons of my impulsive decision. And while the cons were valid to an extent, the pros of seeing her smiling face won out

Anxiety is a bitch (excuse my French). But when you have been hammered with verbal neglect, you often wonder if a physical beating would have been easier. I mean, bones and bruises can heal, but the everlasting scars of disrespect and insults create scars on the brain time cannot heal. Not to insult those who have suffered physical abuse, because it is mental as well. But I hope you know what I mean.

Life often places a handful of tacks spread out over the floor, forcing you to look down to avoid them, leaving you afraid to look out over the horizon.

But to breathe—that’s the key. To pay attention is not the sin, but to look at every situation clearly and without fear is the key.

So while this trip is mostly for my wife, it’s for me as well. I need to be outside and feel the breeze and taste the salty air. Life is short, especially if your wick is as brittle as mine. So take advantage of the opportunities you’re given and do a little something for yourself.

#Mindfulness #Breathe #WalkingMeditation #Awareness #Zen