Today, though, I didn't have anything planned, and everyone's back to work, and I worried that I'd have some holiday "drop". Plus, I've been running around a lot lately, and when I'm at home, it's easy to find distractions in the TV, computer, books... So, instead, I decided I'd go for a long walk. After a serendipitous trip to the library (I'd requested several books and not picked them up by monday, the expiration date on my request, but they were still there! yay!), I put on my walking shoes and hopped on the bike path to walk until I felt a little more than halfway done. Then I turned around and walked back.
It took me four hours, and I covered 12 miles. Now, I'm tired, in that excellent way of being tired with a good reason. Even better, though, I'm feeling nicely balanced, in that excellent way of balancing some of the things I want and need in my life: community and solitary time, activities at home and out in the world, time in my head and time with my head turned off.
I feel like I have a big year ahead of me, and I'm trying not to fret about it. One step at a time, after all. The guideposts the world gave me while I walked were: a pacifier hanging from a narrow twig, a traffic cone lodged in the crook of a tree, and a squirrel huddled motionless on a branch. Later, I followed the scatter of two decks of playing cards in the snow for about a mile. I figure at the end of the year, I'll have made sense of them all.