Morning hike

I have been house-sitting for friends these past 3 weeks. Unfortunately, I had slipped on the stairs just before moving into this home, and have been working on recovering from the fall. A few steps from my friend’s driveway is the entrance to a large park (580 acres) with pathways, benches and fabulous views of the Okanagan Lake. This morning was my first opportunity to walk in the park. Lacy came with me for her first-ever walk on a leash. She was terrified of noise, people and dogs so ended up being carried whenever we came across any of the above. I had a good workout!

Yesterday afternoon I was thinking seriously about many things, like what would I do if I received some bad news, such as a terminal illness. How would my life change? (I sometimes have no idea where these all-consuming thoughts come from, but they happen).

I started to make mental lists of changes that I would make.

• I would no longer agree to jobs, tasks or social engagements just to keep someone else happy.
• I would spend more time with family and less time doom-scrolling or watching news late at night.
• I would step out and go for walks in nature as often as possible.
• I would definitely want to do more cross-country trips!

So why don’t I live like that now? Why do I keep waiting?