For the longest time, I’ve had myself tightly packed away in a pretty small box. The ultimate box of agor aside, I’ve come to realize that the whole routine of going to work, coming home and staying home was not working for me. Duh! Now that I have a flexible schedule, I’m having a great time. Sage and I walk or bike the trail every day. I can’t tell you what a big deal this is for me. The entire time I have lived here I have not hiked the trail. The agor would kick in and I’d feel like I couldn’t breathe, nevermind walk. I’ve consciously decided that I’m letting myself out of the box. The first time I pedaled my bike through those woods, I definitely had an anxiety attack. I told myself that it was no big deal and kept going. I haven’t had one since.

Every day, I take pictures of things I notice on the trail. I feel like I’ve spent so much time not noticing.

This is the first part of the final leg of the trail.

Sage and I both thought this stump looked like a big frog.

The beginning of the trail (from my side of town) has mud galore. I am glad that I have an old minvan for muddy dogs and bikes right now.

I wonder who lives here?

I’m pretty sure that you’ll see photos from more trips–on the trail, to cities, wherever–on here in the future.

Oh, and a miracle has happened. We have left Wile E. alone for an hour in the house three times now without any destruction occurring. Turns out that walking a half mile and then letting him run around freely wasn’t getting his yayas out. Walking at least two miles everyday on the leash at a good clip does. He’s a whole different animal.

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