It's Past Time to Begin

I'm a dreamer, an "imaginer" if you will.  I've spent most of my adulthood imagining all of the things I want to do and be, while simply going about the necessities of life.

I don't regret going about the necessities of life, though; I have a good marriage, four fantastic kids, two adorable grandkids, a job that I'm damn good at, friends, a home, a cottage for creating, and much much more.  It's a good life.

The part that I "live" inside of my head is that I'm physically healthy, strong and balanced. Inside my head, I'm slender (effortlessly, of course), and I get that way by eating well and walking.  That's the "imaginer" part, though.

I'm none of the above.  

While I do walk during my break at work, it's more of a meander, a stroll, quiet time spent alone, most definitely NOT a power walk.  

Today that changes.  Today begins my journey back to myself.  

I'm scared because I'm a quitter.  

I'm scared of failure.

I'm scared that I'll never change.

I'm scared that it will be too late.

I'm scared of sharing photos of myself.

I'm scared I'll be judged.

I'm scared I'll quit.

But today that changes...today begins my journey back to myself.

My new Nordic Walking Poles.  I'm counting on them to save my life.  

 Day One - Vernal Equinox, rubber boots, backyard, sunshine, snow.

Day One - me, 45 pounds overweight, work clothes, scared of failing, but starting just the same.