Looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them.
- Lucy Maud Montgomery
As suggested by my friend Christine
50-50 On the Exercise Commitment
I got up and walked Yeats, without hubby, using the gentle leader. It went well. But I did not get away from work for the 2nd walk I had committed to. I kept meaning to, but things kept coming up . . . I felt disappointed about it. I would have tried to make up for it tonight. . . but instead this evening we were doing something completely different. . .
Sandy Paints a Picture (Not This One)When looking for something to do in Atlanta on the 4th of July, I found this one night class for people who have never painted before to be taught how to paint a specific picture. This is more or less the picture we were to paint. Tomorrow I'll show you what mine looked like. . .
It was fun and definitely not the usual way we spend a Tuesday night.
And compared to where a I was a couple of months ago--even a month ago--with my depression I think this is a really positive move. And it almost makes up for missing the walk.
The Next Completely Different Thing
The next oh so different from usual thing is going to Santa Rosa for vacation next week. I am really looking forward to it, and so need a break. We really haven't had a vacation since last summer when we went to CA. I hope my anticipation of it isn't like looking into a pastry window where everything looks good but most of the pleasure comes from deciding which one you want, and so many times--too many times--it's not nearly as good or as satisfying as just contemplating, anticipating, and thinking about.
But to think that way about my vacation is a pretty dark thought for someone who was just talking about being less depressed. . . so maybe I just need to get to sleep.
Already Bummed About Tomorrow
And before I even go to bed I know that my exercise commitments for tomorrow aren't going to happen. Hubby has too much work to do & prep for vaca to feel comfortable going to the pool tomorrow AM and neither of us thinks it's wise for me to go alone. And if he feels too busy tomorrow morning, the chance of having time tomorrow evening to the trail seems very unlikely.
Plus, I need to look up some health info for a friend and I'm not sure I can do it before tomorrow evening.
Perhaps I overcommitted knowing that we'd be on a short week and trying to prep for vacation. But that doesn't mean I can't walk. . . or can't anticipate that I can get up and swim in CA in the mornings on as many days as I can. And thinking about that feels really good.
(Oh one more thing. . . a good one. . . I packed my dinner to take to work to eat before the class. I'm amazing.)