Revolution

There is a revolution brewing in my mind. I felt it this weekend.

The new empowered me is battling the old pathetic me.

I was bombarded with emails and phone calls serving nothing but bad news on the same morning I slept in and missed my appointment with the professional.

My very first reaction was to crawl back into bed.

And I did.

As I pulled the covers over my head, I could hear the two distinct sides of me battling.

Stay in bed and let everyone else deal with it. 

Get out of bed and show the world of what you are made.

It was a solid two minutes before I allowed one side to win.

I got out of bed, changed my clothes, and leashed the dog.

My hunter and I went for a long brisk walk/run.

Without the professional by my side I was left alone with my thoughts.

No cozy story telling. No kids. No phone. No computer.

Just my thoughts.

The cohesive movement of mind and muscle is powerful.

It is amazing what clarity and peace can enter your mind when you have that environment. 

I thought about all the possible explanations for not hearing my alarm that morning.

I thought about the two emails that I received.

I thought about the phone calls that followed the two emails.

I thought about the drama brewing. I did not create it, this time, but I would have to address it.

I thought about all things domestic. Being a wife. A mother. Etc.

I thought about how I was running alone. How long has it been since I had done that?

Despite all the controlled thoughts that I had going through my head, one phrase kept repeating itself.

An intrusive thought. Not a thought of my own.

Natural Athlete.

Odd. Very odd. 'Natural athlete' does not fit into my sphere.

Back to my thoughts.

House. Dogs. Kids.

What's for breakfast.

Did I spell check my last post?

Natural athlete.

The boy's registration and tuition is coming up.

Where am I going to send the princess next year?

What kind of car was that?

Natural athlete.

Do I take the kids to the movies today?

Do I tackle the laundry?

Lunch?

Natural athlete.

Only a yank on the leash would bring me out of my thoughts.

The hunter had forgotten how to behave on a leash. She was hunting every moving object.

I turned the corner and onto my street.

I did it.

I went on a walk/run all by myself.

I made peace with everything that had been going on.

I had dismissed the ridiculous reoccurring words.

I went about my day as planned. It was all about the kids.

I did not give the reoccurring phrase another second of my time.

Until Monday night. 

Natural athlete.

The phrase was said, to me. About me.

Whether it was sarcasm, pep-talk rhetoric, or a meaningful statement, it was what I needed to hear to keep going.

It was something greater than a coincidence.

It was another perfectly timed nudge.

Am I a natural athlete?

I don't know. I'm not on that path.

I know there's a change. A revolution. We'll see where it leads.

My hunter guarding the squirrel feeder.