A Walk Along the Chattahoochee River

I'm taking a brief interlude to my posts around Florida today to remember a brief moment on a normal routine day. Last week, on the way to the store, I passed a boat ramp parking lot I've been to many times before that runs along the Chattahoochee River. As I drove by I briefly thought about how nice it would be to stop over there and take a walk in the middle of the day... even thought it's cold, the wind is blowing, I didn't bring a jacket, I didn't bring my "good" camera, I was busy and had things to do... I had all the excuses already lined up in my head for my return back home.

But then, the brain does what it does, and I thought "how many times do I think this way and never stop?" This time I'm going to stop and take a walk down the Chattahoochee River, even if it's just for 15 minutes. So that's what I did, 7 minutes down and 7 minutes back.

It was the most peaceful 15 minutes of my day that day, and it reminded me how difficult it is to break out of our normal daily routines? Not big epic things, just small, seemingly easy, things, some spontaneous exercise, or to just stop to breathe in the air. It may sound trite, or even obvious, but it often takes a lot of effort, energy, determination, boldness, and sometimes a willingness to overcome fear in all its various forms and disguises. What you get in return is nearly priceless.

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