First of all, Ralfie, my dear sweet 10.5 year old yellow lab, experienced four major nosebleeds over the course of ninety minutes. I do not handle blood well, and I especially don’t respond calmly when it involves a loved one.
I was able to get him into the vet, and the prognosis does not seem good. The “C” word was mentioned, but I refuse to think about that now.
As if that wasn’t enough, I had to try to complete a paper for this weekend’s writing class. Fortunately I had completed the research, created an outline, and written the introduction. Still, writing another 2,500 words while dealing with the distraction of Ralf was more than I could handle.
These two events consumed my every waking hour, and for the first time in 59 days, I did not walk 10,000 steps.
Now, the world did not end, but it would be easy for me to think of myself as a failure. My goal was to walk 10,000 steps a day for 365 straight days; I missed that goal; I failed.
But this “Christmas tree” reminds me that things are not always as they seem. If we are willing to change our perspective, we can find joy in the present, despite surrounding circumstances.
I have mentioned before that our entire county is under construction. There are orange cones everywhere warning of street closings and temporary detours. There are flags of every conceivable color to indicate each different utility project: blue for water; orange for cable; yellow for gas; and red for electric.
I could bitterly complain about the inconvenience, or I can choose to find the spirit of Christmas in the mayhem.
I can choose to feel like a failure, or I can give myself grace, knowing that I put first things first and 10,000 steps was not a priority. My dog needed me, and I needed to honor my writing commitment. I did both to the best of my ability. And that is a different kind of success.
I will return to the walking routine again soon, but in the meantime, Merry Christmas!