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?
Good, remember this feeling.
And, I will sleep well tonite.
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