Here I am, stuck in another one of those bloody vicious cycles we all know so well:
I’m in pain therefore I don’t exercise ==> I don’t exercise therefore I am in pain.
Throw a funny funk (aka depression) in and it just makes for a lovely recipe for another vicious cycle:
The more depressed I get, the less I am inclined to get out of bed, shower and go out ==> the less I go out, the more I get depressed.
Losing this particular battle at the moment, I’m afraid.
And it is not that I necessarily need human contact. I am quite happy on my own. But I do need nature contact. I need to feel the wind in my face, hear the birds sing, smell the grass, take the view in.
Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy meeting with friends over coffee and cake. Mmmm cake. I love hearing about what’s going on in their lives. I love laughing with them and even crying with them. And I love coffee and cake. Mmmm cake.
But I enjoy solitude, quietness, stillness. I don’t go insane over not talking to anyone for extended periods of time like some people tell me they do.
Nature, on the other hand, nature I can’t do without. Watching goofy squirrels work and play. Birds fly. The sound of water. The sight of threes. That I can’t can’t do without.
I could certainly do without ze physical pain, though. For sure.
That, however, won’t happen unless I go out and walk. Or exercise otherwise. Which is not happening. Because I am stuck in that bloody vicious cycle right now.
Need to break free somehow.