Work and life have a funny way of making you lose sight of what's important, or what makes us happy. I've gotten so wrapped up in the doldrums of life recently, and I felt like I lost touch with me. Something needed to change.
It was a cold and rainy day here in Pittsburgh. Weather normally wouldn't have stopped me from riding my bicycle, but lately I've become somewhat complacent. Today, I was determined to change that attitude, and go for a long ride. Peddled thirty miles in the rain and temps in the thirties, and it felt good. Made one stop for coffee, and another at the book store. Came home, took a hot shower to shake the chill, then immersed myself in music and reading. Turns out, it was exactly what I needed to shake the funk I was in.
Okay, so maybe I didn't find my soul, but I did find piece of me that was forgotten for a bit. I took time to do the things that are important to me. Perhaps these things are just food for the soul, and mine was hungry. It feels good for a change, and I'm going to remember to feed it when it's hungry.
