Think and Walk

Thinking Thursday

(This is Beacon Rock.  It's only about an hour east of us.  There is a trail up to the top. I think I'm happier on safer ground.)

I think I have arthritis in my feet.  They hurt when I walk.  I'm going to walk any way.
I think that it's great that a 70-year old man can pass me on the trail and disappear in the distance ahead of me.
I think that wearing a garbage-bag tunic over your shirt and then jogging may be a bad idea but if you're wearing a garbage-bag tunic and smile at the woman who is just passing you that she may forget about the sweat dripping inside the bag for just a second or two.
I think that some weeds are actually quite lovely.
I think that I would hate the "smell of napalm in the morning" but the smell of compost and wood chips is almost pleasant.

I think that I've always known I was a writer but that I was afraid I wasn't good enough.
I think this was an excuse.
Flaws are more interesting than perfection.
I think being good enough doesn't really matter any more.
I think that being me, being genuine, being honest and being imperfectly perfect does.

I think that I have arthritis in my feet.  They hurt when I walk.  I'm going to walk any way.