My husband commented this morning that he is addicted to walking.  Not the worst addiction, I’m sure.  It seems to calm him and refocus his mind.  He goes off almost daily for long walks (at least an hour).  Me?  I’m not that in shape.  A nice walk for me lasts 5, maybe 10, minutes…

I hope to walk everyday, but that NEVER happens!  For example, I took a quick walk on Sunday afternoon.  It felt good and I was excited to have such a great start to the week.  Well, I failed to find time on Monday…and then Tuesday just seemed so full…  Now it is Wednesday and the sun is beginning it’s decent with no sign of a walk in sight. 

You just can’t leave a four year old alone while you go trotting off down the road.  And her pace is equivalent to that of a turtle…  Yes, I know excuses…excuses…

So, somehow my husband finds time for an hour walk while I can’t seem to squeeze in 5 minutes.  What’s wrong with that equation?  It’s not his fault, not at all.  I think he just knows himself better.  He understand that he needs that time of refreshing out in God’s magnificent creation, so he takes the time to make it happen. 

This is where I so often fall short.  I don’t think I have the time to simplify my life. 

It seems like a wonderful dream – to enjoy an invigorating jaunt down the road and build my mental and physical health, but best of all taking the time to soak up all this natural beauty that is waiting just down the road…