By StevieB
It’s funny how we can miss
out on personal time. That quality “me” time that is so important for staying
centered in this world. With priorities and commitments capturing our time, it
is hard to unplug. The simple act
of running away, even if it is for just a couple of hours.
With road trips, houseguests,
summer events, and the occasional household appliance catastrophe, the time to
head over to Cheesmen Park and open up my personal sacred time had been shoved
to the side.
This thought struck me
yesterday when I started out for a morning run, and couldn’t remember that last
time I ran. My knees couldn’t remember either. Like chunks of rust falling off
of an unused piece of ancient machinery, my body slowly began to move slowly
down the running path.
The funny part was that my body made me completely aware of my
lack of running time. Yes, my knees creaked and my ankles burned, yet it was
more the non-ability to shut off the business side of my brain. It was
somewhere around the two mile mark when I stopped thinking about emails. At
mile three I stopped beating myself up for not blogging enough. By mile four
was when Steve returned. The Steve that doesn’t have “commitments” or “obligations”
but instead enjoys the particular shade of green that the grass in Cheesmen
offers.
You might not even really
realize that you are not doing the things that make you truly happy. I implore
you to stop and ask, “What do I love to do? Why am I not doing it?”
This post originally appeared on Steven Bennet's website Nice to See StevieB. Republished with permission.
This post originally appeared on Steven Bennet's website Nice to See StevieB. Republished with permission.
