I’m still struggling with migraines. They aren’t as frequent as they were, but they still throw me off track. Aside from losing an entire day to head pain and sensitivity, recovery afterwards always feels a bit like being dropped into someone else’s life and I have to get my bearings. Oh right. I had goals. And dirty dishes. I guess that I will mow my lawn and catch up on life.
But we shall persevere. A perfect track record is less important than sustained effort.
Unfortunately the trailhead closest to my house was closed on May 1st and won’t reopen until November, which massively inconveniences my impromptu sunset hikes. I had imagined a summer of vivid pinks and golds with contemplative reveries, and … nope. Not without tacking on an extra 20 minutes of walking to get to a different trailhead, anyway. Just between you and me, my dog isn’t exactly the most enthusiastic when it comes to new things, so he won’t be thrilled to be walking different trails. I should probably buy him a bag of treats specifically for hiking, for motivation.
Sometimes I wish that there was a pause button that made everything stay exactly the same for awhile. Then, when I finally feel like I’m on top of everything, I could hit play again.
But time is hurtling forward far faster than I can remember it moving before. It’s a strange sensation to realize how many years dragged on for centuries in the past. How does anyone have the time to catch their breath when the days slide by so easily?
I haven’t gone this long without a single conflict since before I got married, and since it feels like barely any time at all, I’m left a little … chilled. No wonder I still get migraines.
By Autumn Rain 