I pinky swore myself that, starting today, I was going to get active again. My life has been pretty sedentary and lacking in vitamin D for several months now. Ironic now that summer is almost over. I also could stand to loose some weight because somehow, I've gained almost 15 pounds over the last 2 years. I completely blame infertility. For all of it. So today at 5:01PM, I slipped on my sneakers, grabbed Ms. Brown (the pooch), and ventured out. Just being outside is a big step for me, never mind the 5 miles we walked. And it felt really good.
Between listening to my favorite audible blogger chicks, feeling the sun permeate my skin, and watching Ms. B's head swivel back and forth with each new smell- I felt like I was healing. Like, instead of waiting for time to do its thing, I took matters into my own hands. I made myself heal a little bit today.
And maybe it was the universe's way of applauding my efforts or the fact that I actual looked up for once, but something pretty cool happened. As I walked along, I looked over to my left and there it was- my prompt. And not in the form I anticipated.
|A school of dolphins|
By the time I paused Mo (in the middle of a great bit about Snooki and her meatball baby being highly annoying), ripped the phone off my arm, and pulled up Instagram- they were gone. So you'll just have to trust me when I tell you that there was a school of dolphins swimming together out in those waters. They were beautiful and majestic. They kept switching off with each other, coming to the surface every so often to take a deep breath before diving down again. Kind of like me.
Damn, I hate it when that happens.