Loving me

I used to tell my girls that the evidence that I love them is the fact that I get up at 6am or so to get them ready for school almost every day. I hate getting up that early. I simply have never loved anyone or anything enough to do that three-ish days a week for some 16 years. 

A month or so ago, I was in a shop in Santa Monica and saw some intention bracelets. They were cute little beaded bracelets that cost about $12. I grabbed one for Adimika, who I was about to have lunch with, and got one for myself too. 

It sat in my bag for a few weeks. 

What was my intention? 

I decided it would be keeping a promise to myself I made last December: To get up and hike at least four mornings a week. 

It seems like sort of a silly thing to wear a bracelet about. But I needed the push. 

Because getting up early to hike is so supremely selfish, and I’m bad at doing selfish things. 

But I’m on week three. I got up at 6am this morning and speed-hiked five miles before my first meetings. On the way up, I think about my intention for the day or the week. At the summit, I commit to it and plan out how I’m gonna make it happen on the way down. 

I cannot believe how easy it’s become to wake up early for this hike now that I’m in the habit. I crave it in the mornings. It’s the best way to start the day. It reminds me of this vast beautiful earth we get to live in and our role to help make it better. It grounds me. It energizes me. It inspires me and makes me feel so grateful for my life and everyone in it. 

I guess finally at 46 I’ve found someone I love that much, other than my kids. Me.

What advice or support can you offer fellow members today?