Tag: introspection

The Wandering Hermit: Smile Because You’re Winning

I’ve been smiling a lot lately.  I hate it.  Smiling has always made me a little uncomfortable, but it’s one of the things I appreciate so much on others.  For many years, when I smile I’ve felt like the quintessential garden gnome: rosy, puffed up cheeks; a bulbous little nose; an unkempt beard; and most importantly, a round little face.  I have usually opted instead for a stoic pose, which tends to look better in most photos.  Looks better, but says nothing.  And when I say it looks better, that isn’t to say I’ve hidden the traits that made me uncomfortable.  I clearly have not.

One of the universal criticisms that I get about myself is that I am grumpy.  Or sometimes people just ask me what is wrong, but I’m hardly ever having a bad day.  It’s just that my face has that expression.  I don’t get those comments from people I rarely see in person, so I am pretty sure it’s just a response to how my face is.  I shouldn’t care, but I don’t want my mind and my face to be so different.

So, lately I’ve been smiling.  And even more, I’ve been doing so while showing my teeth, which I probably stopped doing 30 years ago.  It’s awkward, it’s embarrassing (yes, even by myself), but it’s something I want to overcome.  I’m too old to care if people like my smile.  The hardest part is remaining sincere.  I can usually handle it for one or maybe two photos, but then you can see my discomfort clearly in the photo.  I have to reset, smile again, mean it.  It’s all a process.

[Walk #119]

The Wandering Hermit: Kameoka Trail by A Sliver of Moonlight

So, I got out of Glencoe for a morning walk.  I went to Stillwater and walked Kameoka Trail & Couch Park.  Neither is lit, so actually it ended up being a bit too dark with all the tree cover.  It was still nice, but my pace was slow as I needed to keep checking where the path was going.  Boomer Park would probably be a better one to walk early in the morning, although I don’t remember it being lit either.  I may just have to save the parks for afternoon/evening walks.  Either way, it was so nice to be in town.  I miss traffic and people jogging and trucks loading stuff.  I just do.  There is a quiet I love about living among trees, but I’m at a place in my life where I need the sounds of humans around me more.

[Walk #118]

The Wandering Hermit: Nobody Plays the Trombone Anymore

I watched To Kill A Mockingbird this afternoon.  I know it’s sort of an idealized version of a small community, but it made me long for things as they must only have seemed in my mind.  I felt nostalgic, but in ways I’m not sure were real.  I can remember talking to neighbors as a kid, riding my bike down to Rosewood Hills Shopping Center, going into stores to buy candy.  The community size hasn’t changed, but it felt much more alive—teeming with people.  I do assume it was my imagination or a combination of imagination and memory, but I was reminded of something that seemed nice at the time.  

And I don’t think I am just making that up.  We lived three streets from my grandparents’ and their house was as close from school, so sometimes I liked to walk there instead; afternoon TV felt different there in ways I cannot articulate.  The best I can do is to say that it was as if the afternoon’s dust particles were still suspended in the beams of sunlight coming in through the windows and the house was both quiet like it was on days when you were home sick, and also loud like Christmas.  I’d see several neighbors in the few street’s walk there.  And next door, there’d be trombone music spilling out of a bedroom window, which we’d hear as we walked through the backyards of the fenceless neighborhood.  Whoever was practicing never did seem to get very good at that instrument, but it didn’t matter.  That music was just part of some of my days, and a part of the neighborhood.  You don’t hear those things anymore, or at least I never do.  Maybe I need to be a kid walking through other people’s yards, but I don’t see people outside of their homes as often.  Even the parks feel a little lonely.

To Kill A Mockingbird shows as much of a negative to that as it does positives of course.  The whole premise of the story is how a small town can be filled with small minds, but I still came away from it feeling like I had lost something.

I don’t know if that feeling persists everywhere.  Even in my other grandma’s neighborhood, as a kid I would see everyone doing things outside.  I’m going to be visiting there soon.  I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get a sense of it, but I’m fully expecting to find that people are shut up in their homes, devices in hand.  I think change is good, and I think having computers always in hand is a good thing, but it’s sad to have a sense of loss when I think about community.  But maybe it’s just me.

[Walk #115]

The Wandering Hermit: Raindrops Keep Fallin’ On My Head

While I knew there was a chance of rain today, I didn’t expect it to rain all morning.  It hadn’t quite started when I first woke up at 5am, but I checked the radar and decided to just wait for it to pass.  By 10:30, I realized that wasn’t going to happen so I did some cardio on the front porch.  If it dries later, I’ll try to get in a bit of a walk.  The temperature is so perfect today; it’s a shame to waste it.

I’m apparently doing stationary cardio incorrectly.  I just can’t seem to get my heart rate up as much as walking, even when I feel like what I’m doing is much more difficult.  I have the same issue with aerobic exercises.  They will make me sweat a lot, but they don’t really move my heart rate as much as walking.  It is possible that I need to be slightly more concerned about why walking increases my heart rate so much, but either way I’d like them to be similar.  

The Wandering Hermit: Surprising Myself

This morning’s walk was perfect—cool, dark, calm.  I woke up rested and felt great.  I do feel a little like I’ve been pushing myself this month, and I’m trying to be cautious about that.  I always worry about going too far.  I’ve been feeling like my whole body has built up a bit of pressure following my morning walks…I’m not sure if that makes sense.  It’s like I’m straining everything.  It’s not bad exactly, but I’m also not sure why it’s happening.  I actually might describe it as the feeling of asthma, but in my entire body, not just my lungs.  I don’t know if that is making sense.  I’m sure something is going on that explains the feeling.  From my brief research, my best guess in delayed onset muscle soreness (DOMS), but there is no real pain involved.  It doesn’t seem to be an injury, so for now I’m not going to worry about it.  I’ve been feeling it since my extra long walk on Thursday.  I’ll just keep paying attention to what my body is doing and act accordingly.

I’ve now lost 160 pounds.  That is wild to me.  I don’t know how much weight I have left to lose, but I can see it being anywhere from 50 to 90 pounds.  I’m just amazed at how quickly I’m talking about such small numbers I still need to lose.  It was not that long ago that I had stopped believing in my own capacity to accomplish anything, but I just don’t feel that way anymore.

[Walk #114]

The Wandering Hermit: Personal Insecurities & National Insecurity

I slept a little too much yesterday, but I woke up feeling great today.  Things have really cooled off and we are having an unusual bit of weather for July.  I’m certainly not complaining.  I’m no fan of the intense heat.  

I started posting my walks on my Instagram page.  I had been wanting to share the photo I took on my morning walk, but as usual I was standing in my own way.  I’m not sure why I do that, but I think I’m a little bit afraid of sharing myself too much… I’m probably at least a little bit worried that I’ll be judged for what I’ve posted.  But I need to remember that nobody cares.  I actually started blogging in 2001, and taking my journaling from exclusively physical to digital was never about an audience, even when I’ve had one.  I don’t post things for others, but just for myself.  It’s harder to remember that on social media; it sometimes feels like a big room where everyone is watching what you do… but in reality, it’s not.  If what I post is interesting to others, great.  If it’s not, they just won’t care about that.  I can’t keep worrying about every tiny thing I do.  I’ve been making so many changes, and yet I still find myself in here.

Independence Day has me thinking again about the erosion of American values we’re all witnessing.  I’m still not stressed about it.  I don’t really feel like we need to be stressed about things; we need to be motivated.  We aren’t powerless, even though some would like us to believe that we are.

[Walk #112]

The Wandering Hermit: How’s Everybody Doin’ Today? Wanna Hear About My Lungs?

One of my favorite concepts is having the confidence to walk into a room like you own everything.  Of course, I never quite do have that level of confidence, but I think I’ve figured out a way to fake it, and faking it is nearly as good it most cases.  Recently, whenever I’ve been around other people I like to walk in like I’m the district manager; I’m not doing a walk through this week, but I am just seeing how everyone is doing.  What is surprising is how well even that level of confidence works.

I need to keep working on breathing.  I am MILES from where I started, but I do wish I could breath even more deeply.  I want to just fill those lungs up fully and enjoy the full capacity of respiration that I have lacked for so long.  Maybe it’ll take time.  Maybe it will never happen, but I’m trying.  I don’t know what would help other than what I’m already doing.  I’m willing to try anything.

[Walk #109]

The Wandering Hermit: Just Before the Sky Catches Fire

I’m feeling a little bit under the weather, but I am just not interested in excuses.  Of course, if I end up being sick I’ll have to act accordingly.  There’s no point in pushing myself when it would be harmful to do so.  This morning was a nice walk though, even though I wasn’t feeling awesome.

I’ve been oscillating between feeling unrealistically optimistic and feeling the whole weight of the world pushing down own me.  Of course, my reality is probably best described somewhere in the middle, but try telling my brain that!  I’d prefer to not worry much about things; I’d love to dwell in the feeling of walking on a cloudy morning just before sunrise when everything is so dark, but then the sky starts to catch fire, burning for a few minutes until you realize how blue and illuminated everything is and you don’t remember it happening because you were too distracted by the colors of the sky.  Why can’t we live in those feelings?

[Walk #104]

The Wandering Hermit: Building Rome

I’ve been thinking about schedules since my walk yesterday.  I do tend to obsess over things.  I need the structure.  I have a tendency to never get something done if I’m not operating within a strict schedule, and I am never doing that!

I have a slight amount of swelling in my legs at the moment.  I don’t know if I’ve overdone things this week or if I’m having a histamine response.  I’ll keep an eye on it; I don’t want to cause myself problems by being overly ambitious.  And I’m not sure it’s unusual, but my legs have looked better for a while, so it is concerning me.  Rome wasn’t built in a day, and all that.

I’ve gotten lazy with food lately.  Not reckless, but lazy.  I started using Cronometer instead of writing things down in a notebook and I think it has just allowed me to pay less attention to what I’m doing.  I think I need to go back to the notebook actually.  It isn’t hard to track calories; I thought an app would help by showing me nutrient breakdowns of my day.  It does do that, and I can plug that in anytime I want.  But I feel more connected to my day’s meals when I’m responsible for writing everything down and weighing it all.

[Walk #103]

The Wandering Hermit: Stupid Stuff That Doesn’t Matter & Extra Miles

This afternoon was much less disorienting than my morning was.  I feel a little like I really can do anything I want to do in life.  Getting in an extra mile takes very little time, but it was a bit on the hot side.  I think saving that walk for dusk is a much better plan.  It takes less than half an hour and I feel great.  Now, that means I’m taking showers all day, but I like doing that anyway so I guess that’s not really a problem.

I was thinking that I need to start making a schedule.  Having my whole life up in the air makes me want to take some control in any way I am able.  I think the easiest thing is to start making a full day’s schedule.  It has been working for mornings.  I schedule my days from 5am to 8am, but then I just let the rest of the day happen.  Sometimes I get a lot accomplished and sometimes I get hung up doing stupid stuff that doesn’t matter.  The stupid stuff that doesn’t matter is an important part of life, but not as often as I do it now.  Having a detailed schedule would be nice…. and I already enjoy overplanning, so scheduling works well with that.

[Walk #102]