I’ve been in a bit of a funk the last few days. I don’t know if it’s a symptom or the cause, but I’ve been having Mr. X-plagued dreams the last few nights, the kind of dreams that cast a pall over the following day. I have had very little energy, have wanted to sleep much more than I need, and have generally been feeling like a bit of a slug.
Until about an hour ago, that is. I didn’t do much, but I did make it out to exercise a bit (intentional exercise, that is—walking Miss Famous doesn’t seem to count). It wasn’t a long session, but I went because my body was begging me for it. I’ve been feeling achy and old and I needed that oomph that exercise can give.
As I was driving away from the gym, I felt like the cobwebs had been shaken out. Funny what just 20 minutes on the elliptical and a few minutes stretching can do. I also noticed the light. Believe it or not, the sun is staying with us more and more every day. Just a few weeks ago, it was dark at the time I was noticing a bright blue sky today. Spring is coming.
It doesn’t take a whole lot, I guess, to turn a corner. I don’t have to train for a marathon, I just need to move a bit. I don’t need to be back in full-fledged summer, I just need to notice a bit more sunlight on a winter’s day. Too often I fool myself into thinking that it’s all or nothing, that if I don’t do something “all the way” I might as well not do it at all. I start thinking that if things aren’t 100%, they don’t count. But they do.
The little things add up, don’t they?