Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn–that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness–that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.― Jane Austen, Persuasion
I have been at a standstill, literally and figuratively, with how to get moving. So, I’ve decided to continue my quest for all things #thefortyfile with walks.
I’d like to keep fika a priority, so I’m still scheduling talks with women who have turned forty or are preparing to turn forty and want to share their experiences with me. I’m excited for this project to come together as the last few months have been filled with inspirational moments and messages.
But if you’re going to wander in worry about turning forty or struggle with the balance of living, especially in a pandemic, it’s probably important to acknowledge the value of movement.
Walk with me, people. Anywhere and everywhere.