After a day of intense computer work, I decided to stop on my way home at the Celery Farm Nature Preserve in Allendale, NJ, as a break from human stress and concerns.
When I approached the little dirt parking lot I saw it was full. Darn! What’ll I do now! It’s not safe to park on Franklin Turnpike during rush hour. I felt my blood pressure increase. I drove down a side street looking for parking. “Private road: no parking.” I cursed under my breath as I made a sloppy U-turn. I drove further down Franklin Turnpike and pulled into another side street, one farther away from my destination, but walkable.
OK, I parked. Now I got out and walked quickly along the road toward the preserve. I was in a hurry. Got to get there so I can finish and get home for more work.
Then I remembered my previous blog post: “This is all there is.” Hey—this moment isn’t a means to get to the good stuff; it is the good stuff.
Chuckling to myself, I changed my gait to be more pleasurable, less intense. It’s a treat to walk outside after sitting all day. Why not enjoy the walk, right now?