last week, was a very hard week for me.
i called my mom in tears.
i couldn’t even get the words out—
so i just cried on my end of the phone and let her listen.
she listened, but not for long.
she told me to go outside and take a walk.
get some fresh air. and exercise.
perhaps she knows me well enough to know
i was about to crawl into bed and hide for a few hours while i sulked….
so she called me back ten minutes later to follow up.
“are you outside? are you walking?”
i wasn’t. i was inside. pouting. crying some more. feeling bad for myself.
she’s a wise lady.
and you know something?
breathing fresh air and exercising did wonders for me.
i took my diana with me. i only took one or two pictures with her,
but it felt good to clutch my camera.
and i felt a lot better within the hour.
you can’t stay angry or sad or frustrated for long with
fresh air on your face.
or feeling the sun beaming down.
or taking note of all the holiday wreaths on your neighbors doors.
or seeing little squirrels and birds running around your block.
i love my mother.
she is a smart and very wise woman.
i love taking walks more now, too.