I accidentally walked to my yoga class yesterday. That is to say, I meant to walk for just a little while to check out my current neighborhood and then hop on the bus. But **newsflash ** I like to walk!
And the thing is, if you have extra time and riding the bus is simply not your favorite way to spend it, you just kept ambling along. And then at some point, even though your legs might be feeling just a wee bit tired and you’re about to undertake an hour and a half yoga flow experience, it seems silly to get on the bus because you just don’t have very far to go now, that’s all.
I didn’t have any interesting observations or encounters along the way, incidentally. Nobody spit to the side while they were walking in front of me so that the wind blew it back to lightly sprinkle my arm or anything. (That was Saturday.)
I did smile at several strangers. Not big pie-eating grins (mm, pie) but not those awkward, automatic, tight-lipped I-am-politely-acknowledging-you smiles either. It’s just that sometimes I notice how serious and careful and almost grim we all are and I like to loosen up and see what happens. When someone smiles at me first in an authentic (rather than, say, lecherous) way I just can’t help smiling back and then I might notice I’m still smiling two blocks down the street, which makes other people smile. Do NOT, however, confuse this harmless passing along of smiles thing with that obnoxious trait that some people have of demanding of strangers that they Smile! Smile! Spread the joy! or whatever. That just pisses me off.
The Walk: 2.8 miles
Number of times the word “just” appears in this pretty short post: 7
And the thing is, if you have extra time and riding the bus is simply not your favorite way to spend it, you just kept ambling along. And then at some point, even though your legs might be feeling just a wee bit tired and you’re about to undertake an hour and a half yoga flow experience, it seems silly to get on the bus because you just don’t have very far to go now, that’s all.
I didn’t have any interesting observations or encounters along the way, incidentally. Nobody spit to the side while they were walking in front of me so that the wind blew it back to lightly sprinkle my arm or anything. (That was Saturday.)
I did smile at several strangers. Not big pie-eating grins (mm, pie) but not those awkward, automatic, tight-lipped I-am-politely-acknowledging-you smiles either. It’s just that sometimes I notice how serious and careful and almost grim we all are and I like to loosen up and see what happens. When someone smiles at me first in an authentic (rather than, say, lecherous) way I just can’t help smiling back and then I might notice I’m still smiling two blocks down the street, which makes other people smile. Do NOT, however, confuse this harmless passing along of smiles thing with that obnoxious trait that some people have of demanding of strangers that they Smile! Smile! Spread the joy! or whatever. That just pisses me off.
The Walk: 2.8 miles
Number of times the word “just” appears in this pretty short post: 7
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