3+ Months Later:
It’s been way more difficult to re-assimilate myself back to life at more than 3 mph than I had imagined it would be.
Life on the VF was drudgery at best, boring at worst. But, still I enjoyed it and all I gained from it. I was looking back thru some pix I took, specifically the day I finished. Having kids and that sort of thing aside, the day I finished the VF was a top 3 event in my life.
Since being back, despite the many things I have going on: finishing a book and getting it published, finishing a second book and having it published by the end of this month, finishing the first draft on a 3rd book, preaching weekly, doing a deep dive study into the Gospel of Mark <= really interesting!
, and, and … all that seems more mundane than the daily walks of 20-25 miles, just getting from here to there, then doing it again. Who knew?
I still walk. I did 30 miles in one day the other day, just because.
I’ve eaten too much and probably have put on 15-20 lbs (25?) since my last day on the VF. I feel the heaviness in my body and my spirit. I am kind of flailing to be honest, and I don’t know the answer yet.
I’m not inclined to get back out and walk across … anywhere for that matter.
But this thing I know. I am not nearly as happy now as I was just walking, and walking, and having a look, and walking, and wondering where I would sleep or what I would eat, and walking, and knowing, that things would be okay IF I just kept walking.
I know things will be okay now, too … but I am not having as much fun.
I don’t know why.
