On Foot

Four more days of work and I get five days off. What am I going to do with all that free time? I think I'll go hiking. I get into this automatonic rut when I get on a long stretch of work and almost forget entirely what I like to do. Life becomes this cycle of laundry, cooking, getting up in the morning, working, working out... the never-ending list of things that need to be done. And one continues on like Ivan Denisovich because it will not be this way forever, but one needs to survive the meantime to get to the enjoyable parts. And really, I enjoy cooking, I don't mind doing laundry, that is, I like it when my laundry is done, so there's a satisfaction in doing it for myself, and working out is not all bad, really. But I don't enjoy those things simply in themselves. Even knitting or reading become tedious after a while. But hiking feels so much more escapist; so much more like playing. So I think I will play this long weekend. I think I deserve it. Truly, that is my ideal day: going on foot to somewhere I've never been before. Oh I can't wait.