DAY 1

My phone told me the date today, as it does every day, but today it seemed like it meant more since the whole world was waking up to a new year, a fresh start, a new me. Just that bold number one staring me in the face made me think how different I may look at the year if the days were not reset every 30-ish days. I tend to get caught up in days, weeks, months; like oh, I have four more days left in January, so I will start again in February; or I ate a cupcake today, so I will eat healthy next week. What if, though, I really treated each day as the restart. This year, my New Year's non-resolution (because, quite frankly, those are silly to me) is to count the days, not the weeks or the months, but to make each day count. So, here I am, day one out of 365. Lets see where it takes me.

I went on a run today. It was windy and it's always somewhat gloomy in England. Looking out my windows, I assume it's cold, but I had a mission for the day. There was patches of blue in the sky, mingling with the gray, enough to be considered a beautiful winter's day. I can't tell you how much I needed that run today. Even the wind hitting my face and my pace was welcome as it made me feel alive. I've been a hermit the last few days, and my mood has deeply suffered for it. I need the earth to ground me. To bring me back to life and reset me. This is why I run. Or sometimes run walk, and maybe even just walk. Regardless, I need to remind myself to get one foot out of the door, even on the days when it might not look inviting outside. I took this picture at Maiden's Cross Hill. This has become my running sanctuary over the last year. My close nature space that gives me a "view" of the land. Basically, just a view of RAF Lakenheath, but based off the amount of people that trek through with their fancy photography equipment, it is quite a view. Just not when the jets aren't flying. There is a giant ice cream scoop taken out of the earth, I don't know what it's from. If it was in Montana, I would suspect an old gravel pit long forgotten and overgrown, but here, I don't know. Either way it's scooped out of the earth and it has trails leading in from every angle down into it. The whole Hill is a network of veined trails, exemplifying the amount of independent walkers that don't stick to the same trail. I like that it is this way. I like that everyday I can be in the same area, but choose a little bit different course. It is reminiscent of my life. Many paths to choose from, I have all these ideas of who I want to be (still, even though I'm getting old and should probably just start to settle on one, but who knows, maybe the not settling will keep me young) yet, I think whichever path I take, I will end up out of the scoop anyways, so I should worry less and pursue more and just keep going. Maybe that makes some sense.