 I didn’t want to go to Stanley Park today.
“Ah man, long day, I really don’t want to go out again to the seawall,” I said. No kidding, don’t go, no one will know. "And it’s 6:30, I’m starving,” I said. Totally, stay in, have a nice dinner. “And it’s hard enough committing to one thing 30 days, I’ve done two. Stanley Park and writing,” I said. Oh ya, so forget the park tonite, just write, that’s good enough. “Ok, I can just explain how tired I am and everyone will understand,” I said. Of course, after a thirteen hour work day, take it easy, you deserve it, you don’t even have to write. I wrestled with my mind for the next 90 minutes, made excuses and justified why I didn't have to go to Stanley Park. Back and forth. Back and forth. I could have gone, walked and been home again in that time. And then ... “Hey, wait a minute. You’re sneaky. You’re pretending to be my best friend. But you always keep me from doing what my heart wants. I’m going to the park," I said. Well, you can if you want but the bridge might be busy due to Grey Cup traffic “Ok, we’ll see, I am going to the park,” I said. Monty and I arrived in Stanley Park and walked on the seawall for about forty-minutes. My pace was slow. But my mind was quiet too. And that allowed my heart to speak. Are you glad you came? Yes. Yes I am. Isn’t it great to fulfill a commitment to yourself? Hell yeah. Good, remember this feeling. I will. And, I will sleep well tonite. Photo by: visualpanic Comments are closed.
|
