Not only was today just beautiful, weather wise, but all in all, just a fucking fantastic day. Let’s recap this beaute…

Overslept this morning and didn’t get to morning walk. Not only did I let down my morning walking friend, but I didn’t get to walk before work. For about 40 minutes I was in a depression that I didn’t get to continue with my awesome new schedule, I self reflected to stop the depression. (SCORE #1). I then decided that I would do my best to walk during calls and I had a small window to do it and hooked up with another walking friend. (SCORE #2). This scheduled walk allowed me to get through a nasty call and I didn’t lose my ever loving mind. (SCORE #3).

Off to the afternoon walk, I sweated my boobies off but did 2.5miles and did so in about 48 minutes. (SCORE #4). Oh, and I also saw about 7 dragonflies through out the walk (SCORE #5 and HI MAMA). It was during the walk that my walking friend pointed something out to me that really hit home, and it was about this blog and me writing. Contrary to what one might think, I don’t sit down at this computer and know exactly what I’m going to say. I just force myself to sit down and just type what is in my head (which is why sometimes I just ramble). After a few sentences, thoughts just pour out and hopefully at the end, it all makes some type of sense. To some, this method may freak them out and to others, it may make some sense. For me it works and it works because it is the essence of a journal and as I’ve mentioned before, it is helping me.

But back to the point, I did this in school when I was a kid (same with my walking friend). It was in 4th grade, Mrs. Korder. We had to journal two times a week for 30 minutes. Just like my walking friend, we would groan about “What if we don’t have anything to write about?” and she would respond, “Then write that over and over.” Some times, you would do just that and other times, you would have something to write about. The interesting thing about it, and what Mrs. Korder was trying to get us to develop, was the inner monologue inside our heads to make an appearance on paper. I remember one time very clearly, I was writing, “I have nothing to write, I have nothing to write…” but then I started writing about our dog Harry. The thought of Harry came into my head and I was writing about that morning when he had to go potty and didn’t come into the house when I called him. He was under the deck in the back yard and I had to go find him to bring him in so I wouldn’t miss the bus. He had found a dead bunny and it was gross. The beauty of Mrs. Korder was that she was teaching us and we didn’t realize what she was teaching us. Clearly, it affected me and I remember her and I’m still applying what she taught me to this day.

I’m self identifying myself as the rambler and it is all thanks to Mrs. Korder for giving me my start.