I’ve had two intentions combine recently. First, I have my thing that I am going to be doing this summer (
originally planned for summer 2023, delayed
one year due to broken toe). Second, I’ve been thinking about
ways to reduce my climate impact little by little. Ever since I wrote the last-linked newsletter about 2% solutions, I’ve been trying to look at what I’m doing and figure out one thing I can change every month or so. I’ve found it’s easier to change one thing at once, and wait until it “sticks” (or figure out why it isn’t sticking for me). At some point when I’m a year in, I’ll probably send a list over.
In any event, I now have two things I want to do: first, gradually increase the number of steps I’m walking every month as we head toward The Thing (as yet undisclosed) (along with other things necessary to make it work). Second, I want to reduce my climate impact.
(We are not, at this point, going to talk about the fact that The Thing is not 100% in concert with good climate reductions. I am turning myself inside out trying to figure that one out).
One of the things I’ve decided to do this month is (a) get 10,000 steps a day as training for TheThing and (b) because this takes time, and time is weird and squirrely, walk anywhere that is within 2 miles of my house, rather than use a car.
This is something that’s easy for me at this moment—I mention this not to make anyone feel bad for things they can’t do. The area I’m living in is rapidly (very rapidly) densifying. I have five places where I can get grocery items within a 1.5 mile radius, four coffee shops, and at least twenty restaurants. That number is growing and will continue to grow. I also live less than a mile from a lightrail station, so “two miles of walking” includes the entirety of Denver downtown.
I’m about 7 days into this intention, and three or four trips to the store. We had a massive semi-surprise snowstorm hit this last weekend, and while I managed to walk the dog when it was still rain, I had to finish the last of my steps by going to the grocery store (which I needed to do) in six inches of snow.
I absolutely would not have done that without both those intentions, but the truth is, I loved it. Nobody else was around. The way to the store takes me through a local park, and there were trees and snow and silence. Walking in snow uses a lot of energy, so I didn’t get cold. I ended up taking the long way back just to make sure I got my steps in, and at the end, rather than cursing myself and my foolish goals, I felt the warm glow of endorphins.
I don’t think my brain is set up to make goals that I hate doing, but sometimes setting goals encourages me to do things I’d rather not do in the moment, but which I end up being very grateful for after the fact. Finding surprising joy in something that should be hard is perhaps one of the cheapest way to be happy.