This past weekend I decided to be more active and so I went hiking. The morning of, I tried to convince myself that I didn't want to go...that I could not go. It was too cold. I had no one to go with. I was still sniffly. I hadn't washed my sweats. My thumb hurt. In the end, I dragged myself out of my cozy bed and got myself ready.
Hands down, it was the best decision I had made that day. The hike was so invigorating and the views were breathtaking. I'm not a nature buff and honestly, I hadn't hiked since I was 8 or so. This time felt so right. I stuffed a container of yogurt into one pocket of my puffy pink coat, and my keys and water bottle in another. Something about the solitude of that morning was so comforting. Hearing the leaves and twigs crackle under my feet and smelling the cold crisp air made me feel determined to reach the hill's summit.