I’ve been walking for the last 18 minutes now.
My watch says I’ve burned 55 calories, walked one kilometer and 41 meters, heading to the gym.
When I left the house, it was dark and cloudy.
Now, as I get closer, Mr. Sun is shining right back at me — half hiding between the clouds, whistling with the wind.
My feet keep second-guessing if we should go back home.
My hands are cold as ice — one holding my phone, the other tucked deep inside my pocket. I switch them, and my left instantly regrets the idea.
You know that feeling when the sun suddenly shows up and blinds you with brightness?
The wind is so strong it makes your brain think it’s going to rain — but it’s not.
That’s the weather I’m having right now.
It’s one minute past five, and as much as my body doesn’t want to, my brain hijacked me into going to the gym. Not to tick a box. But because lately, I’ve been craving something that no carbs, no cupcakes, no bread can satisfy.
I think it’s movement. Routine.
The kind of stretch that feels familiar.
The kind of feeling that grounds me.
Because these past few weeks, I’ve been stretched — in too many directions I didn’t choose, and in ways I didn’t like.
I don’t mind being stretched when it’s physical — when I know how to respond.
But when it’s emotional, social, or mental? My system short-circuits.
My energy doesn’t know where to go.
When I lift weights, I know the pattern.
The effort makes sense. But when life stretches me in the cold and the dark — in the places I don’t understand — it just doesn’t.
And yet… maybe this is what growth looks like.
A rubber band pulled to its edge, not to break, but to expand.
So I keep walking — not because I know where I’m headed,
but because movement feels like the only certainty I can hold right now.
Thank you for reading my stories and holding space for my little creative world.
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Really. You make this space feel like home.
Walks for me are part of my routine. It's also something I can control somewhat - how far I go, where my destination is, and what I let in and out of my mind. There are certain things during my walks that I can't control, such as the weather. As such, it mirrors life. I can't necessarily control everything in the world, but I can control how I navigate it.
Thanks for sharing.