This is week four of my fun new habit, waking up, grabbing a cold water, lacing up my shoes and walking out the door before I can even start to sort through daily tasks or pick up my coffee and pen. My early morning walks have not only energized my day, enhanced my Vitamin D levels, and wrapped a smile around my face, but they also introduced me to an entirely new part of myself I seem to enjoy. The less hurried, the more patient, the less self-critical person I aspire to be. In the past, I tended to box myself into goals, limitations, expectations for any of my “walks”—like they should always turn into some great workout or creative inspiration tool, but these new strolls have been unique. They have been quiet, peaceful, invigorating, simple and seasoned with soothing energy and void of lofty expectations. I am loving my new routine, and I am content with my strides being slow, watching the day unfold, waving to neighbors watering their gardens, greeting friends as they stroll their babies, observing hurried men brief case in tow run to their meetings. I savor the sweet sound of Alabama cicadas and let my morning song be painted by a few deep exhales and calming prayers as I walk contently around my historic neighborhood, learning from new details I was too busy to recognize before. Some mornings I rise right on up and hop out the door cheerfully, other mornings I find myself slowly setting out for my stroll, but regardless of my attitude at the beginning of the walk, I am always grateful and revived when it is complete. It is not about a goal, it is about connecting with myself and my surroundings, achieving a centeredness among my morning and filling up my energy levels in order to pour into other areas and people in my life. This season it might be strolling the block that brings sweet simplicity to my life, but it might evolve into something else as time goes on. I hope to always be open to change and appreciative of where I am today. One day at a time, one hour at a time, one morning walk at a time. I invite you to join me.
AUTHOR: Danielle Davis