First, let me preface this by saying… I don’t own proper winter gear.
Second… I work in an office, drive to work, walk 20 ft into the office and then back to the car.
Third…. I was wearing a very cute pair of short boots, heeled of course, a pair of black dress pants, a lovely blouse and a sweater. Topped it off with a scarf, and there ya go. I was freaking cute.
Ok… so today was my first day at work. In over a year. I was feeling pretty darned good about my day. I had the boys ready mostly on time. I was ready. Forgot to eat breakfast but meh, there’s a coffee shop nearby and I ended up buying a breakfast sandwich.
Got myself set up on the computer again. Get back into the groove of things. Finally figure out which course it is that I need to finish to get my life license back.
Take the quiz. Pass it. Celebrate. Have a mental breakdown. I should be celebrating this with my husband. He’s not there… crying starts… and I excuse myself from the office.
I have heard walking is good for grief. I’ll go for a walk, clear my head, get mentally centred, I have 1/2 hour to do that. The problem is… I went for a walk while crying. IN the snow. Without any winter gear.
And I got lost.
I ended up walking for about 40 minutes… I was walking at a pretty good clip until I realized I didn’t know where I was.
Did I mention it was snowing?
I turned around… and couldn’t see any foot prints. They had disappeared it was snowing so hard.
I figured, no big deal, I’ll just keep walking. I see people with grocery bags – I should be able to figure this out. I should be able to get somewhere familiar.
I do. I get to the road, and realize I’ve walked REALLY far. My 1/2 hour lunch is up 10 minutes ago, and I’m… well… soaked. It’s snowing. REALLY hard. And I’m wearing a knit sweater (Sarah – the brown one I bought from you) without my scarf.
I texted one of my co-workers… said “Hey I’m lost. Will be back when I can”
Then I realized exactly where I was and how long it would take me, so I called the office and asked for a ride back.
Bossman came and picked me up. When giving him directions to where I was, I said “Down Lorimer Road, near Main, the only dumbass walking in the snow without winter gear on”
It was a really good walk. By the time I got a ride, my head had cleared… until he asked me what was going on… at which point I started crying again. I got him to give me a ride to where “George” works, and hung out with George for an hour or so before we headed back home. I don’t cry in front of George, he’s my happy place, so I was good hanging out with him and staying level.
Someone told me that walking is good for grief. It may be. I know by the time I was done about 1/2 hour of walking, I was feeling better.
Next time, though, I’ll wear boots. And gloves. And a jacket. Oh, and my scarf.