I have an admission...
I am a rusher. I spend my days in a whirlwind of rushing from one thing to the next and even though theoretically I have plenty of spare time, I tend to create myself reasons to rush.
On some level I think it makes me feel more valuable to be rushed than just to stop, breathe, and enjoy the freedom my lifestyle allows.
Recently I began reading Clare Baldings book 'walking home'... she talks freely about really taking the time to enjoy walking, to breathe, relax and note your surroundings and it really made me pause for thought. With our departure to the States edging ever closer, I realised how much of England I miss when I rush around. This morning I walked my dogs at Greenham, I haven't been there to just walk for a long time, I have always used it as a weekly fitness run. When I run it doesn't truly allow me the time to really 'see' things let alone take in the nuances of nature. I usually spend my walks stomping along, watching my dogs, worrying about other dogs who impolitely rush at my pack, texting and thinking about what I have to do next.
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| Greenham in all its glory. |
Today I allowed myself to take it easy, to enjoy the beauty of Greenham, the deep green of the trees, the brown and orange gorse, the wind in my hair, the scent of fresh breeze and the sun warming my face. Apologies for the hippy, return to nature talk but it was a lovely experience. Ok, so I couldn't maintain it for long and I was soon rushing off and desperately trying to remember those feelings so I could blog about them... but you get the general idea! Besides... its a tough path for a rusher to stop a lifetime of rushing ;) What is it they say in rehab? One step at a time...
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