I'm Going For a Walk



Spring has come to my neighborhood. I know because the electric lines running across the roads are blooming with shoes again. Ah, spring.
So far this year's crop isn't as colourful as last year's, mostly sandals and a few pairs of hiking boots. Last year had everything from baby shoes to golf shoes, high heels to wingtips - even a pair of chunky-heeled, redneck-girl, boots. I'm glad I took pictures of last year's crop.

I walk to and from work alot, not because I have to, but because I like to. I like having the 'alone time' you get when you are walking by yourself. Just me, walking down the road, big metal beasts rumbling past in herds, but few people. Of course, it's always nice exchanging 'Hello's with a stranger or two, but mostly it's just me.
Walking. Thinking.

I think alot while I'm walking. I go over the details of ideas I'm working on. I write in my head while I walk. I sing, rather loud at times, but the growling metal beasts drown me out. I sometimes laugh outloud to myself. Good thing it is usually just me.
I think to resolve while I'm walking. Contemplate all the silly thoughts, the shallow thoughts, the things I wish would work, but I know won't. With those out of the way the answers are clear. No room for some stray 'but that might not work because ...' to creep in.

Walk it off, walk it out.

Today I was walking home thinking about how different things are now from this time last year. Things have been good ....good - different - good... Sometimes things are good because they aren't different, sometimes because they are.

It's not just the shoes, most everything is different. Last year at this time, I wasn't working. I was still filling out applications. Last year at this time I was just starting to realize some people don't care how their life goes. This year I realize how rare it is to find people who honestly do.
It's not like I've changed alot in the past year. Things have changed, but no more than in any previous year. Things always change, it's just keeping hold of who you are that makes for the one constant in life. Different people, different priorities, different ideas, but all of them have their base. The central point, where all the decisions are made, all the choices are followed through. We are the base, each of us, for our own lives.

So far on my walks I've found a pack of matches from some club in Georgia called The Vortex, a Marvin the Martian watch, a hard hat, and 30cents - a quarter and a nickel sitting together, not sure how that happened - but mostly, I find perspective.

© J.Simon


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