I can't bear walking on a treadmill, but I love walking if I have an actual destination.

I did lots of walking and thinking today.

I walked to pick up those application forms, the ones I had intended to collect on Friday. And I walked to the grocery store. And I walked to meet the kids after school. About eight miles altogether, I think.

I feel better for the exercise. And for the thinking.

Trying to figure out what I want.

Trying to accept that I can't always have what I want.

Trying to grow up.