Over the past couple of years, when I've walked down the street or through the park, I've looked down at my feet navigating the pavement, at the sidewalk going by. I guess it's because of my low self-confidence, of feeling like I was going to fall, of wanting to be invisible.
I still have those self-confidence issues, and fear and anxiety, but have decided that I need to look up. The sun is warm and the air not at all stifling. It hasn't rained enough here so almost every day is beautiful. I need to walk to clear my head and work out the kinks from sitting in an office chair for hours.
So, today, I made that deliberate decision to raise my eyes from the painted lines on the blacktop, put my face to the sun, shoulders back, and walk. It was a real effort, actually. I had really fallen into a bad habit.
On my city's rails-to-trails-to-greenway park, I've loved seeing what some of the property owners have done to brighten up the area. I really noticed this one today while looking up:
I love hostas. I don't think they're boring at all. And how inviting is this urban home? So fun.
"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it."