Early this morning, just after school drop off, in the cold dreary weather, I ran.
And it felt so good. To run just shy of three miles, without walking. Without stopping, except the occasional pause at an intersection. I saw a lot of things. A lot of interesting houses. Big angry barking dogs. People working. Broken sidewalks. A lot of broken things actually. Remember the tornado? I didn't take my music with, just ran with my thoughts blowing past my ears and swirling back around again.
I've been trying to do this for almost twelve weeks now. Three days a week. Just run. Or walk, or whatever I was supposed to be doing. I've made it a habit.
A good habit, cause the good Lord knows I've got my share of bad habits. Yes, sir. Bad.
Then I start to wonder about habits. How hard they are to make.
What do you want to make a habit in your life?
What habit do you want to break?
I wish I could get in the habit of not yelling at my kids. But they make me want to scream. To pull out my hair sometimes. I'm trying. I've been trying for a while to be a better parent. It is so very very....difficult. Slow progress, like the running. But really really worth it in the end.
Such glorious side effects of running and not yelling at your children. Health and happiness. I need a little happiness and so do they. We should all strive to be happy and calm. Wouldn't that feel wonderful? To be calm and not stress. "I'm trying. It's not easy, but I am trying."