It’s hard to believe that I’ve not been out for a decent walk for weeks now. Physically and emotionally, I’m beginning to feel the strain of not doing this. And by a decent walk I do not mean a quick walk downtown to the shops or a walk to my local library or DVD store. Those walks are leisurely and don’t last longer than five or ten minutes anyhow. Also, the walk from the bus stop in my mother’s local town to her doorstep doesn’t count either.
As the days of this tumultuous year quickly draw to a close and deadlines continue to pile up, I feel even more pressure than the year before. Last year didn’t seem so bad because I was used to the idea of not working and had somehow managed to accumulate some savings while doing odd jobs to tide me over while I was finishing my college degree. Last year was also quite special because that was indeed the year that I got my degree. I finished up around October, long before the end of that year, and it was nice to let off steam with my girlfriends and basically go out and celebrate.
It was a long journey, but I still had the luxury of time to take those decent walks I mentioned at the beginning of this post. Given the nature of my studies then, and now my job, longish walks do me a world of good. While walking I let my mind wonder off to faraway places and dream a little while also exercising my inner muse, a vital component of my life as a struggling writer. I am resigned to the idea of struggling to make ends meet for now because I accept that it’s not easy when you start out. While some did warn me about this, I chose to ignore their wise counsel and basically follow my dream of becoming a full-time writer.
While there are those among my ex-college mates who seem to have all the luck in the world, going on to step onto the first rung of their career ladders in the new year, I’m still here, sitting at my desk, clacking away. Not that I’m complaining, oh no, because once I immerse myself fully into my work, I end up enjoying it all the more and forget to watch the clock (as some of those new nine to fivers are now doing) and watch how quickly time flies away.
Before I go, I’d like to share with you why I need to take that walk before it gets really dark and, with the snow falling and all, it becomes too late to head out of the door. In the first place, you may have picked up earlier that, actually, I really love walking. For some reason or another, I’ve allowed all the stress and anxiety of my life at the moment to keep me frozen in my apartment and thus I end up going nowhere in more ways than one.
Just one daily walk for no more than thirty minutes sets you up for the rest of the day, charging you up nicely, physically and mentally, for the rest of the day. Doing so in the afternoon (as I’m about to do) or evening is also fine, just so long as you get out. Weekends are great for even longer walks when there’s supposed to be more time freed up for doing this. Finally, if you’re feeling a little weak or vulnerable as I am now, you don’t have to kill yourself during the walk. Take your time and enjoy the view and fresh air.
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