I took a walk today.
I was wearing an oversized gray sweater, black leggings, black combat boots, and a bunch of rings (including those cute midi rings). I was quite proud of my ensemble. I go through periods where all I want to do is read. I'll read three hundred pages in a couple hours. Reading that much makes you think. I was in one of those moods where you just need to get out and do that thinking. I also kind of wanted to show off my outfit. So I took a walk. I grabbed the leash, and a poop bag, and popped my earbuds in. I turned on my deep music playlist, grabbed the dog, and walked.
I walked about a mile to the nearest park, and the dog and I hiked the trails, him sniffing, me thinking.
I realized how hard it has been to get out of my own head lately. I've been walking in a sort of cloud of my own thoughts. It's not all bad, but it makes the world around me kind of hard to see. This isn't super important, but it's been a little plaguing, and I needed to put it somewhere. I also just wanted to talk about my walk.