Hey remember my blog about the magic pill?
I had forgotten about that. I had forgotten about how good I feel after something as simple as a walk. I had forgotten, that if I get up and MOVE, and not wallow, then I feel better.
I’m sad. I miss him. I’m grieving. And it catches me at the most uncomfortable times.
But I can choose to take the magic pill and try to enjoy life and enjoy the world around me, or I can allow myself to wallow.
And thank goodness for friends who say “Hey let’s go for a walk” and then listen to me whine for the first half hour… :p
Because after the walk, I feel good. I need more walks. I can’t wait to get back to derby.