When things are bad

Most people have some sort of coping mechanism when things are bad. Some take to drink, or drugs. Others have a favourite place to visit, or find a friend to share with. I have two methods: either I write or I walk.

As my writing is not at its best just now, I chose the latter. I am not sure if it is the physical exercise or the nearest to nature that helps, but a longish walk tends to ease some of the tension and bring a measure of sanity to my jumbled mind.

There must be a lesson there somewhere. Perhaps in this world of computers, keyboards and technological advancement, the simple things are being relegated or even forgotten?
I do not know.
I only wonder

About malcolmarchibald

Happily married for 34 years to Cathy, I have three grown children and live in the depths of Moray in northern Scotland. I was educated in Edinburgh and Dundee and work as a lecturer in Inverness, while writing historical books, both fiction and fact.
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