Ohhhh, I’m so tired.
I am an excitement junkie and I was on an adrenalin binge about the work I’m doing and what I hope to do and what might happen. . . and so on, this morning. When it was time to go for my walk, I had crashed and just wanted to take a nap.
I went anyway. It’s warm for February, minus 20. We haven’t had snow in a while so the path is easier to walk now. The sky was grey with a hint or rosiness and just as I came back I could see a dim shadow in the sunlight.
Much more peaceful now. But, oh, it is hard to remember that excitement is just another form of fear – one that I like. When I step into that deep, abiding peace that is inseparable from joy, then I know that excitement is only ever a poor substitution.
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