I could have stayed home today. Sleep in after a rough night previously (meds withdrawals). Gone to yoga. Done the washing. Cleaned my apartment. Lounged around in the guise of “self care”. Hell, I could’ve even done my taxes.
Instead, I went for a drive.
At one point I was climbing over a tree stump and slipped in the mud. Normally I would be annoyed at getting muddy, especially since I didn’t bring a change of clothes or even a towel. But it gave me a weird sense of accomplishment.