“I have walked myself into my best thoughts and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it.” ― Søren Kierkegaard
Oh Kierkegaard… somehow, I have come to imagine that should you have become in this more modern current era, that I would have considered you to be something akin to a tragic hipster with an ironic mustache in a constant state of existential angst. (wink)
I have been walking. A lot.
Actually, it is better said if I write that;
WE have been walking. A lot.
For me it came about because of a new bra. I hate shopping, and I hate buying under garments. I actually love pretty underthings, I just hate trying them on for “fit”… but brassieres, like all good things… go wrong and new ones must be purchased.
So, off I go and find myself moving in to larger and larger sizes… which is the horror of shopping to me,
FINALLY, I find three bras that fit and have some element of being pretty and sexy and are not useless pieces of lace sewn together to no viable effect but are not something that were solely designed to be “sturdy” or “durable” which renders me positively grateful, because I still recall the days when I spent way too much money on really beautiful undergarments… and so, I purchase them.
Then I get them home, and start the mad dash to remove tags… only to find myself actually reading the tags like I were at the breakfast table wasting away my morning by reading a cereal box.
The damn tag said “full figured”.
I have never been full figured in my life.
I have even made jokes that the bowl part of a champagne coupe was not designed after the beloved breasts of Marie Antoinette, but mine!
That is not a full figured size.
This is full figured:
|Full Figured Champagne Bowl (and not an accurate reflection of my current bra size)|
Except, that is, when I was breast-feeding and had breasts that must have been GG’s (double G!?!?!?!), it was impressive and shocking!
So, anyway, as I am won’t to do and why I hate shopping I sank in to a funk and realized that I probably weighed way too much and that I needed to turn my “full figure” into that figure I had some pride in.
So, I proposed a walk to my dear husband, and he accepted.
And so, it has been a few weeks now and we have managed to walk quite a bit. We walk about in a park near our home which offers us an clean 7 kilometer walk (4.5 miles) and 8 km if we move a bit around the neighborhood on the way home.
It has been an interesting time for us as we have gotten to know each other a bit better in the dynamic that kind of time together warrants (it can be around 90 minutes of walking).
But the other benefit is that it has given me time to mull the stories in my head for the story (book, hopefully?) that I am trying to write. It has given me clarity in how to get to the subtle nuances of the experiences I am basing some of the stories that I want to include, in to the story.
The story is in the Third person, but in writing the background pieces I find that am more often defaulting to using First person… it has been interesting to note that the shift in narrator has come about as I walk. Maybe it is because this is in an effort to own the personal experiences and so I can more cleanly reflect where the stories need to move in to the realm of magic realism.
So, these walks are helping me move away from being the full figure I so despise in myself in a physical manner, and yet are profoundly helping me make my life experiences become “full figured” in a allegorical manner for the stories I am writing.
The even better part of all this walking and writing is that I can see more clearly see who it is that I am… as a person (even if I currently have to wear full figured bras).
For some creative twits (I think it is much funnier to call them twits, than tweets):