The "Spark" Place
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
I think I'm in the right place – well, actually, I've heard it said that we are all in the right place for our own path, no matter where we are – but to recognize, acknowledge and actually realize it in the moment is sometimes difficult. Today is very unusual day, but today is a very normal day. From the outside, it's just another day in the life, but on the inside . . . .
It didn't start out being an unusual day. This morning, when the alarm clock went off an hour earlier than a week ago, I did not want to get out of bed. I most definitely did not want to put on clothes, leash up my walking buddy and head out the door for some "cardio." My shins and calves were aching, my hips hurt, my knees and ankles were twinge-ing away and my feet were sore; hell, even my butt muscles hurt. But I've set myself this goal, possibly ridiculous to some, and when I remembered that I'm heading for Boston to run, I decided I could walk this morning, even if it was only for 10 minutes.
So I dragged my achy butt out of bed and headed out in the dark, into the swampy Florida humidity where it was already 75 and climbing, and I walked. It ended up being 27 minutes instead of 10 and when I got back home, I wasn't feeling blissful, what with the sweat rolling off me in big fat drops smacking the ground in raindrop plops, but I was feeling awake and more energetic than I have for a long time.
Something stunning came over me today, sitting here, writing code with my headphones on and listening to an old Joni song: I found myself feeling wonderful. I found my head bobbing and my foot tapping and somehow that wasn't enough movement, so the shoulders started swaying and pretty soon I was chair dancing and typing away in time with the rhythm of the music. And I was smiling – I felt my face smiling and it dawned on me that I was smiling on the inside too. I think maybe I'm in the "Spark" place!