It's time

It's time to get some exercise.  It's not about being fat (I prefer the term "pleasantly plump") or about quickly approaching 40 or about being tired all the time...okay maybe it's a little about those things but only about 25%.

It's about the time itself.    When do I have any time to myself?  All my time is lived between the hours of x and y.  I have accomplish this task before I take this kid here or pick that one up there.  All the while pushing myself to the back burner.

A Saturday or so ago the kids had a late soccer game and my hubby was up early so I decided to go out for a walk.  The city has installed a 6-foot wide sidewalk down our main road.  I took 30+ minutes to walk/run and it was empowering.  The weather was beautiful.  The trees were just beginning to bud and I took the time to look at a branch with the tender, new life just spouting.  The birds were chirping...very loudly and I took my headset off and actually listened to them sing.  It was enough to awaken something in me.  A few minutes carved out for me before re-entering the chaos I call home.