It’s -30 degrees, and I felt at peace.
Thought about how hard the walk is, how cold it is. Thought about my hands and toes which still hurt.
Wondered if I could make it to the coffee shop.
And I made it.
So I’m sitting here, wondering how treacherous the walk back will be. I wonder if I can get a ride to work tomorrow.
It’s funny how we wonder about everything else except the present moment.
The yumminess of the sandwich I’m eating and the warm coffee that’s filling my belly.
The joy of how peaceful it is right here, where I am now.
The simple joy of now.
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The anxiety of the future is just so strong. I hope that sandwich and coffee tasted as good as you made it sound.
I’ve been trying to practice this skill recently. It is very powerful. I also like cold walks because of the challenge, and because it’s kind of hard to focus on anything other than how cold you are. I get anxious sometimes that my ears will freeze so much that they’ll just die and fall off. I guess part of the fun is battling my brain.
I hope you get to enjoy another sandwich and coffee sometime soon. *smile*