Today I woke up feeling compelled to walk until my feet hurt...and I did. I started off in a general direction and kinda just followed the wind.
After an hour, I found myself in an unfamiliar part of town. Nothing looked too familiar, though I could surmise the probable direction of my apartment with 90% certainty.
I fought with myself to Not automatically turn on my phone to verify my location...for at least 5 minutes before full blown panic ravaged me inside and out. I'm proud of myself for deciding not to look right away. I gave myself a little faith, talked myself down enough to proceed another few blocks, and that, my friends, was yet another small milestone, another victory for me. I recognized the situation. Determined that I wasn't in imminent danger and lived with the inner turmoil for as much time as possible...then I grabbed my phone and found my location wasn't too far off from my guessing.
I calmed myself fown, took a right turn and quickly found myself trodding down a familiar road.
I love walking. This morning it was for over an hour and a half. In the late afternoon, I walked Rosebud for an additional 30 minutes. And yes, my feet hurt! Goal accomplished yet again!!!
