With the weather being beyond perfect (and I really mean, BEYOND PERFECT; perfectly vibrant sun, slight breeze, animals and children playing and gardening), I just CANNOT force myself to stay inside. Thursday and Friday morning I had been in a downward slump, until that is, I saw the glorious sun beckoning me through my window. I immediately took my copy of All I Really Need to Know I Learned In Kindergarden and plopped myself down in the grass (Highly recommend that book, by the way. I have cried tears of pure happiness multiple occasions throughout the chapters.) After reading and gardening for a couple of hours, I realized I needed to workout. But there was no way I could make myself go to a stuffy gym full of recycled air and judgmental eyes, so I decided to go for a run through the woods in my neighborhood. On my way home, I was just so struck with joy and just pure love, I started skipping. I skipped shamelessly the whole way home, and it was awesome. I’m not completely oblivious; I saw the stares from teenagers and adults alike. The kids, however, just smiled, silently cheering me on, knowing the joy that skipping brings the soul.
And quite frankly, I don’t think people skip enough in today’s society.
This morning, I rose for an early morning bike ride by the river and man was it beautiful. I had a big smile plastered on my face out of pure gratitude of the wonderfully cleansing air we breathe. I rode, swerving through the road (my way of “bike-skipping”) and singing on the top of my lungs, “DANCING IN THE MOOOONLIGHT, EVERYBODY’S FEELING WARM AND BRIGHT IT’S SUCH A FINE AND NATURAL SIGHT.”
Again, the same stares. From all but the children.
So if I could give anybody any advice, it’s this;
Go outside. Skip. Breathe. Sing. Smile. Laugh.
Don’t worry about the stares. Smile. And keep on skippin’ on.
Namaste.
Blissful Wanders 
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