Wanderings

Yesterday morning was awash in indecision, because I couldn't seem to decide whether to follow my brain or my body, or indeed, figure out which one of them was which. I felt the need to exercise, so I first thought I would go into town, but then walked toward the campus center, then thought maybe I would go for a walk around the lake, and finally headed for the pool, but it was closed. So I then went to get coffee, but didn't have enough money (pathetic, when you think about how much a coffee costs), so went to walk around the lake. I got about five feet and stopped on the bridge, and looked out at the water, and sighed, and contemplated the ducks, and threw ice chunks under the bridge and ran from side to side watching them float by. It was just like Pooh-sticks! 

Then I walked about five more feet, decided to turn around (it's HARD walking in the snow!), and headed back to the campus center, cursing my indecision. There I remembered that I still didn't have enough money for a coffee, so I went again to the pool. I told myself that I would do a solid 20 laps, not even a mile, and that was that. As is probably predictable, that turned into maybe 5 laps and a lot of floundering. I even used a kick-board at one point. 

But it was a half hour of good solid fun, and that is, in my new Wanderess land, what is most important. I should definitely pay attention to when these indecisive moods occur- obviously, they crop up during unstructured time, but there are times that I can have an unstructured day and still be somewhat focused and in the moment. I think the root of it all was that, after my crazy snow and slush adventure, I had promised myself a day "off." And indeed, the rest of the day can be summed up as follows: I lay on the couch and read, from cover to cover, a biography of Madonna. It was fantastic!