Going for a walk

 

This Friday I am going for a walk. I work three days a week and have two days off, and usually one of of those days I visit with a friend. On the other day I usually do the shopping and catch up on housework. So, in a non-complaining way, I don't really have any days 'off'. I'm always promising myself a walk, or something, something of my own, so I wrote it down in my filofax last week. This Friday I am going to drive to Oxwich, I am going to take my beautiful, unused watercolour tin which was a gift from my Mum last year, and a flask of tea and a jumper, and I am going to walk for miles, and maybe I will swim in the sea, and maybe I will make a fire, and maybe I will just find somewhere to lie down and close my eyes.

Over the half term we had my Mum and then my Mother in law visiting. She's not a happy woman and it's been a bruising week. I also had a sinister lump which I've been waiting to have checked out today (benign) and my father in law has just been diagnosed with brain cancer. I think more than these being signs that I should live in the moment and be grateful for my health and my life and my family, I am being screamed at. Today I saw three jaybirds on the way to the hospital - I think they were cheering for me, Jay Jay Jay!

I am eating organic food. I am not drinking coffee. I am not smoking. I am (nearly) not drinking alcohol. I am (nearly) not eating any sugar. I am going to stretch and run and walk and laugh and start being bloody happy because I have wasted too much time already. 

As an aside, I finally bought myself a pair of wetsuit gloves and socks. I swim in my swimsuit, but the joints in my hands and feet have been getting really painful. These make such a difference - I managed half an hour in the sea on Sunday and though my hands and feet were numb by the time I came out, they weren't painful.