So...Wednesday night I went for a walk to the cemetery (3.5 miles round) to talk to my dad to see if he could help clear my head with other issues going on up there. I really shouldn't be left alone with my thoughts. They don't seem to clear, they just get worse. But the walk felt good. Then I wore my walking shoes to work on Friday and walked to Subway (2.2 miles) for lunch and met my mom. Both walks felt good.
Doran had to work this morning so I texted Dawn last night to see if she wanted to wog the canyon with me this morning. We had a nice wog with some overdue conversation. I miss our wogs together. We were too busy talking that the run really didn't stink. I need to somehow keep my body going and give my attitude an adjustment. There are too many things to be thankful for to have such low and depression feelings and thoughts.
Dawn sent me this meme after our run.

I just need to push through and find the bright side of everything.