I don’t know if it’s because we’ve been in such a dry spell but I’ve been wanting to stay in and have been anxious about leaving my space.

It’s not like I haven’t left my space in my own regard, in fact I know it’s healthy to do so and boosts my spirits.

Yet being comfortable and not being in fear has kept me in my sacred ground unless I was essentially forced to go out.

Except today.

This morning I knew it would be good to get out and go for a walk. Something I haven’t done for the past few weeks.

I know when I fall into the habit of not taking care of myself. The weight creeps up because of lack of activity and the poor food choices.

As with anything I do it’s taking that first step out the door and out of the neighborhood. Once I get out of my front yard I’m okay.

But it’s fighting to get started that’s the hardest part of it and anything I do.

This weekend our community is having a festival down by the river and even though I knew I needed to go until I was there and out of the car, it was a struggle in being unsure of being able to secure safe parking, but I feel like a higher power made that possible so it wasn’t too bad.

It was nice to see some people new and old and support some organizations and coworkers and see some associates, coworkers and friends.

Nonetheless, after all the exercise, having to navigate a festival and just navigating the sea of people, my brain is drained to the point of where it takes nearly 4 hours to recharge.

All things are a give and take and are equally as healthy in making my life balanced and well.

So I just keep on keeping on and know that I need to keep on fighting and never give up because living is worth it, no matter what.