Tomorrow is the big day and I’m so excited. Tomorrow I’m taking my 2 mile hike in the woods.
I so look forward to being in the woods, smelling the wet earth, seeing the budding trees and forest floor plants. I’m sure I’ll try to recall each plant’s name; I studied ethnobotany in college and loved becoming acquainted with each plant’s use.
I look forward to huffing my way up the hill. I usually grumble because I hate to sweat. I’ll likely wonder when it will all be over, but the exhilaration at the end will make it all worth it.
I’m going to be conscious of breaking a pattern tomorrow. You see, even though there’s so much anticipation before I’m physical, before leaving the house, as I’m getting ready, I can get pretty grumbly. It comes off as if I’m mad at everybody else. I’ve reviewed this behavior enough times to know that I really just get scared. I get scared that whatever I’m about to do will be hard. I get scared that I’ll look foolish. I get scared that I’ll fail. Any irritation, anything that goes wrong just exacerbates my fear, so I’ll be aware of being authentic. Instead of snapping at my family and masking my fear in anger, I’ll just say, “I’m scared.” Even if I don’t know what I’m scared of in the moment. A wise woman recently told me that the physical feelings of being scared and being excited are the same. So I guess it’s really my choice about how I express those feelings.
I want to have fun tomorrow. I want to remember that no matter how far I go, what I’m most looking forward to is being in the woods. I can hike in half a mile and have a similar experience to that which I’d have two miles up. My intention, however, is to hike the full two miles.
Now, if I could just do the whole hike with ruby slippers on. How swell would that be?