What a great day yesterday, back on real rock for the first time since the surgery! Afterwards, I was charged, feeling so "high" emotionally and physically, for hours. This morning, I reconsider the long hike I had scheduled for today. I need a rest day. So I wind up journaling and walking by the river, stopping every so often to juggle. The day finds it's own rythm, a more contemplative day than I had planned.
Tomorrow, if it's nice out, I'll meet Mike at the columns. I was so close on that one route, and there's another I really want to project on. Now I've had a taste again, I can't get enough of real rock. If it rains, I'll go for the hike I had planned instead, and I'll have the woods pretty much to myself. Either way, it'll be a fun day.
And so the concept, the feel of it, is brought back to me again. Even when I think there is, there is no schedule. Body, mind and emotions set the schedule. Of course, progress requires dedication, so it's a fine blance. But the more I give in to just enjoying, the less it feels like work and the more it feels like play.
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