Walking on the Moon

By the time my head hit my pillow Monday night, I could hardly stop smiling. I usually prefer to space out when good things happen so as not to have too many low valleys in between, but some days are just so full of wonderfulness that it’s almost hard to process. Monday was one of those… “Really? There’s another amazing thing happening to me today?! Well… wow… okay… thank you!”

First the walking part. For about a year and a half now I’ve been walking about five miles a day. That, in addition to eating things that are much better for me has resulted in the healthiest me in a long time. But that walking can take a toll. I’ve been having severe pain on my heels, to the point where it’s just agony to put weight on them.

I finally found a good doctor to have a look at them and yesterday was the day I was going in for a full evaluation. I didn’t know what to expect. Was I going to walk out in a cast on crutches? Scheduling surgery? I really couldn’t guess.

The good news turned out to be that I had inflamed plantar fascia in both feet, and it had not progressed to the point where I needed to do much more than I was already doing. I had recently bought a few pairs of expensive but well made shoes with special arch support to more evenly distribute the pressure on my feet, and then there was that 100 pounds I’d lost this year. The only other thing my doctor added was to give me special stretching exercises to do several times a day to relieve some of the pressure and tension.

No surgery. No broken bones. No casts. No crutches. Amazing.

Then later that day one of my friends called me into his office and looked me up and down in a slightly worried manner and asked me, “You know, if you keep losing all this weight, are you going to change? I mean, when I stopped drinking I really changed and people said I wasn’t as much fun. Are you not going to be as much fun when you’re skinny?”

Hmmmm. That was an interesting question. I told him I didn’t think I would really change that much. I was happier now that I was healthier and I thought that I might even be a little happier than I had been in the past.

He had a look on his face like he wasn’t convinced.

“Well, I’ll probably get laid more and that will keep me happy,” I offered.

That seemed to satisfy him.

It’s been several days since the private art party Morgan and I threw over the weekend and I’m still getting calls and emails from people who want to buy pieces. That was really a wonderful night for so many reasons that have nothing to do with photography sales, but it’s also been nice to see how interested people are in my work. It certainly helps to pay a lot of the photo bills this year.

But the thing that really had me buzzing that day, I can’t even talk about here. It just would be bad form to talk about it. Plus I don’t want to jinx something that hasn’t really happened yet.

So I’m afraid I’ll have to leave you with this hint. I listened to it while I was walking home on Monday night and it’s fairly appropriate.

Giant steps are what you take
Walking on the moon
I hope my legs don’t break
Walking on the moon
We could walk for ever
Walking on the moon
We could live together
Walking on, walking on the moon

Walking back from your house
Walking on the moon
Walking back from your house
Walking on the moon
Feet they hardly touch the ground
Walking on the moon
My feet don’t hardly make no sound
Walking on, walking on the moon

Some may say
I’m wishing my days away, no way
And if its the price I pay, some say
Tomorrow’s another day, you’ll stay
I may as well play

“Walking on the Moon”
The Police
from the album Regatta De Blanc
Written by Sting
Reprinted without permission

In a few hours I leave for New York City to celebrate the birthdays of two of my great friends Mark and Cheree. It’s a quick trip. I won’t even be there 24 hours, but it should be a lot of fun!

I heart NY!

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