routine and regret…
lessons learned.
the last two years in Indy, i have spent more time confining myself to a routine that wasn’t working than trying to find a routine that did. work, work, work, come home to affectionate, loving, adoring boy.
today i walked out of the office and directly across the street to indy’s canal walk. At 5:45pm the sun was already set, but that twenty minute walk alone has already completely changed the pace of my evening. phone calls and dinner now set aside, i still feel that movement and have an actual desire to do work.
i would say that the only thing i truly, madly, deeply regret in my life is dwelling. dwelling on questions and the answers i don’t have, and not focusing on the fully capable legs and body i have—- just get myself moving. too many hours spent relegating my brain to the television and nothing else. i’m better than that.
here’s to making the exception the routine.
