Several months ago I threw a temper tantrum: An honest to goodness wailing arms and legs temper tantrum. Of course I couldn’t be bothered to get down to the floor, so I did it standing up. Now I’m laughing about it … and DH2U for saying “I didn’t think you were into modern dance.” See why I love him? I explained that it was fussiness personified.
Periodically the move (now much shorter) reappears. Now when I show my fussiness, he either asks what is wrong or suggests a project. The latter option is usually the best since I normally don’t know specifically what is causing it.
I’ve been fussy lately. Without the gym as a stress reliever, and with life being … well life, I’ve had a lot of energy and no place for it to go. Thank goodness for the return of cool weather and the ability to hike without fear of heat stroke (last weekend had 90 degree temperatures!). I took my out-of-shape self on a baby hike over the weekend.
Being an early bird, I was on the trail at 7 am. It felt so wonderful to be outside and alone. I know that everything says you shouldn’t hike alone, but it is my running with scissors. Plus there were other people in the park where I was, I simply had deliciously large gaps of time when I couldn’t see any of them, but I could see tons of beautiful views like this one.
It took a while before my brain could settle down. It wanted to think of everything but what was around. Finally the beauty and the solitude took over, and I just was. Heaven.
Before I was a dancer, I was a hiker. In those days, it wasn’t worth lacing up my boots for less than five miles. I don’t know mileage wise how far I went this trip, but I was out for just over an hour. It was worth every step. I’ll gradually build up my stamina again, and start tackling some hills. I really liked hiker me, and the same things are drawing me back into the activity that drew me initially. There is just something about trail dust that is magical.
Am I the only adult who feels “fussy”? What do you call it? How do you channel that energy to dissipate it?
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I am SO with you on the walking. I get really agitated and restless–“fussy” is a great term for it. If I get outside for a walk I always feel better. It’s at about the 20 minute mark when I start to calm down, and I usually walk about 40 minutes, which for me on the terrain I walk is about 2 miles.
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I’m glad that I’m not the only adult who gets fussy, and I’m even more happy that you have found a way to rid yourself of that lingering, unpleasant feeling. Interesting how for both of us it involves moving and being outside.
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Oh I DEFINITELY get fussy. And you’re right, it’s a sign I need to release something. Somehow. I love walking for that reason. I like being alone somewhere that I can just scream. Seriously. Or get in my car and scream lyrics to some rock song. I loved that you referred to walking alone as your running with scissors. We all need that danger zone – my very favorite freedom is snow skiing down a run without stopping, going very, very fast and not slowing until I get to the bottom. It’s like flying to me. Now I’ll think of those runs as running with scissors and think of you. And ski season is just beginning.
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Look at you, Little Ms. Speed Racer!!!! I’m so not a danger zone person by nature, but I want to hike alone to clear my head. It doesn’t work if I have company.
Interesting how being fussy requires alone time for so many people.
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