|You never know when your rails will end|
The past year or so, I seem to have drifted further from doing many of the things I love to do - hiking, camping, laughing with good friends, photography, swimming, cycling, chillin' with my critters, walking by the ocean, going to concerts and live shows, listening to music, and writing - and I've been doing more and more things that leave me stressed, mentally and physically exhausted, in pain, or just sad.
|There's nothing so calming as a good beach and a good dog.|
It's time to get back to doing what I love, and in doing so become healthier, happier, calmer, more alive. In the past couple of months, I have resumed swimming three times a week (I used to swim every day before work, once upon a time) - helpful to my health and to my sense of tranquility. I have resumed hiking once or twice a week, as much as my still-tender torn meniscus will allow. I spent five days - five days! - on the mainland just hanging with and laughing with family and friends, all at a leisurely pace. I have relegated as much of the work around the house and yard to paid help as my budget will allow. I'm on the lookout for an inexpensive camper van, and in the spring I may even buy an electric-assist bike if my knee has healed enough for cycling. And I've set up an appointment with a realtor to talk about some possible housing options I'm considering.
|On the road again....|
goin' places that I've never been,
Seein' things that I may never see again....
Makin' music with my friends....
|Rose coloured glasses can improve even facebook!|
Starting next week, I have reduced my regular volunteering to one afternoon a week, though there may still be special events and emergencies with which I might help (but I'm also pretty good at saying 'no, sorry, can't do that'). I made the decision to distance myself from much of rescue - I will no longer respond to requests to help every Jane, Jack and Martha find the dog of their dreams, only to have them buy one from a puppy miller or importer after I've done hours of work searching legitimate rescues. Nope. Not helping. I'm no longer that person.
|No, I won't help you find the dog of your dreams,|
though I might send you a link on how to tell a good rescue organization\
from a bad one.
And so, as some of you will be pleased to learn, you will see me return to blogging. I've missed it. I've lacked the time and energy for creatively sharing my hikes, my critters, my joys. I start to write and get distracted, or feel guilty for not doing something else, and so the stories stay in my head and the photos stay in my camera. That's about to end, and you'll find me here at least a couple of times a week - writing, sharing photos, talking about the hikes I've done, telling you of Mitzi's or Allie's latest antics.
|Antics? Does I get up to antics?|
Life's too short to not do what you love. And I'm going back to loving life.