Yesterday I walked to the post office for the first time in months, enjoying mild weather (39 degrees), a benevolent sun and just enough breeze to get my attention. The roads and sidewalks have been so icy that I’ve mostly been too timid to go outdoors.
For months I’ve been exercising by walking around and around in the house, which is kind of silly. But at least I’m moving – and thinking.
A writer I once knew told me she thinks “in walk tempo.” When she got writer’s block or needed new ideas, she knew better than to sit at a desk. Instead, she prowled the leafy suburban streets to jump-start her brain.
Apparently I think in walk tempo, too. When I hit dead ends or simply can’t stare at the screen another minute, I get up and get moving.