Walking and Talking

I've started walking with a friend. Tuesdays right after work, I rush home and change out of my steel toes and into sneakers and meet her at the park down the road. We have been going for a month now, I really want to say I feel like I'm making progress. It feels good to get out of the house. I know it's good for me, even if I feel like its not worth it.

So on our walk, we talk. Sometimes it's pretty dark, sometimes it's really fluffy. But, always it's about connection. This is how friendships are built. Who knew!

So, I just got home from our walk. I'm feeling motivated to actually think about the food I might have for dinner. I think I'm gonna go shopping for some veggies...

Musing...

I have a friend who writes. Yes, I have a friend. We had a wonderful visit last weekend, dinner and a few drinks (back yards are awesome!). And we got talking about writing. I told her that I'm not really a writer, I just have this silly blog that I never post on. But, she inspires me. I feel stronger and smarter when I'm with her, like I really do have something to offer the world. So here I am writing.

I am starting to see that my life will always be chaos. I never seem to get a break. There is, always stuff to do, and stuff to avoid doing. There's work to do, at home and at work. I never seem to get ahead of any of it. Maybe this is just the way of the world and my seeing it is proof that I am starting to grow up...

Lately, I have been itching to stitch. I tried embroidery a few weeks ago, that didn't cut it. I am currently trying chrochet. My travel cup, coffee, doesn't keep my coffee hot at all. I was given a cozy, and every sip ends up fuzzy. So, I decide to build my own custom cozy. Several attempts later and I think I might have something that will work for me. Just for me.

This writing thing is tough for me. I don't think I make sense and can't seem to carry a train of thought. But I like seeing my words on an actual blog, for the world to see if they are looking in my direction.