Messy. Disorganised. Scattered overwhelm.
Until another one to two thousand steps go by.
Then something magical happens.
Compartmentalisation. Organised chaos. Clarity.
Thirty minutes later, the unplugged walk that felt so unattractive before the shoes went on, just gave all that's needed for the day.
The magic happens when the repetitive, ingrained activity of walking allows the conscious chatter to step aside, and the subconscious truth to beam through.
To qualify walking alone and disconnected is strange, yet it’s a forgotten practice that gives us a brief chance to unplug from the Matrix.
Take thirty today.