Just need to go for a walk

I still walk a lot.  I walk back and forth from church.  There's not much in the way of jobs within walking distance, but I have given that much thought.  I've walked to the library, to friend's houses, to the community center.  I find it more difficult to walk without some sort of destination, so if I can find even a simple reason to go somewhere that I can walk to, I'm fairly apt to make that happen.

Why do I walk?  Well, it gives me time to think.  My mind clears so much when walking.  I talk to God. I talk to myself. I have imaginary conversations with other people.  You know, all stuff I did while walking all day, every day.  There was a LOT of talking while walking.

When I'm walking, the world seems a friendlier place.  It doesn't seem so daunting.  Goals aren't so far-fetched as to be called only dreams.  Ideas seem more possible.  God's voice seems more obvious.  My voice sounds a lot less like God's (don't ask me to explain that one!).

When I walk, I can come up with a hundred blog post ideas, I get motivated to write a book, excited to work toward another hike or another dream.  When I walk, my shrinking bank account doesn't seem so needy, the healthcare act deadline isn't so imminent, and my resume even seems SLIGHTLY impressive (Hire me; I hiked mountains).

When I walk, I'm glad to be where I am.

Then I sit in front of this computer with all one hundred blog post ideas and attempt to type...
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Ahem.  Yup.  Where are those ideas?  My mind gets all muddled with everything in front of me, and I think... "I used to be so busy!  How can I get so befuddled by the relatively few things now?"

I just need to go for a walk.