Today was one beautiful day! Truly! The weather made me long for summer much more than I was longing for it already. The sun was brightly beaming; the breezes were occasional and gentle; the sun is setting beautifully! What a wonderful day it would have been to not have had school. One of my students said it best: “We shouldn’t even be here.” (He was, of course, speaking out of turn and being a complete jerk, but I agreed with his words apart from his tone and attitude.)
My pool is now uncovered, but not yet open. Bugs are swarming in the shadows of trees and all of this, combined with my sudden realization at how anxious I was about life in general, made me decide to take a jog.
First, I decided I’d do my usual mile or so: down my road, around the corner, to the lake and back. About a 20-minute walk/jog/run, depending on how out-of-shape I’d become since last summer. When I got over the hill that’s around the corner, I saw the lake: the sun was hitting it perfectly, there were no clouds in the sky, and I had nothing waiting for me at home besides a messy dinning room table and clothes to be put away, so I kept going. It was my first jog of the season and it was beautiful. I think the lake is officially private property but my hundred-some-pound self is definitely not going to cause problems for the black-topped path.
I love when I get time like this: time to talk to God, argue with myself, talk to God some more and then yell at myself because I’ve still got it all wrong. Ah, anxiety. Thankfully, though, God is patient because God is Love. I think this was the best jog I’ve ever had in my life. It will be repeated on other summer-like spring days as well as during summer evenings to come.