Thank God that I can walk. Walking and thinking continue to provide mental-emotional salvation for me. I took a student out for dinner this evening. I was happy to do it, but felt profoundly discouraged and yes, even depressed as I dropped her off at her home. What will become of her? She is bearing more at the tender age of 12 than I have ever experienced. I drove home, slowly.
As I pulled into the driveway, I realized I had a choice to make. If I chose to walk I knew my thoughts, emotions, and anxieties would shake themselves out and I would be able to make sense of things. If I chose to sit down in front of the television, I knew I would eat and that I would sink quickly into true despair. I pulled on socks and sneakers. I left my IPOD in the drawer because I knew music would not help. I got moving. Two hours later, I returned home...relieved, settled, tired out and amazed that I had made the better choice. Getting used to being that person who makes the better choice, is still new to me. I embrace it.
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