Life looks so much sunnier and in-focus when my feet are firmly planted on the ground– as in, not the hardwood floors of my house. I actually remember to breathe. And, switch between perspective-filled thoughts and not thinking at all. Instead admiring the paint detail on the neighborhood houses, and meeting the local cats.
It helps that most things are within walking distance– the Y, coffee, co-op, watering holes– in our new neighborhood. So, I’m stepping outside and walking around twice a day. At least while it’s still a balmy fall like this, and at least while mother nature keeps unveiling the killer colors and fallen leaf patterns. Go outside– you won’t believe how much better you feel.