facing truths

Mr. Matt and I were watching the first Redskins game last night (go Skins!! We beat the Colts! HAHA!!) and we were talking a lot about motivation. I told him how I would think about painting, think about going for a walk, think about doing a little yoga, but... He says, "You have no motivation to... You want to, but that's depression. You have no motivation."

Whoa.

Talk about a bit of a slap in the face. Not that it was bad, just something that I didn't want to face. And I know it isn't me or anything in my life. My life is good and I'm pleased with what it is all about. But this is something that I've struggled with for a long time, something that I've never really wanted to face. In fact, this is incredibly hard to write...

I set my alarm last night for 6 am. I woke up, and so did Matt. We dressed ourselves and the puppies, and went for a 30 minute walk. It was really nice, and I felt good about getting up and moving around a little. I know the dogs appreciated it. And it was wonderful to have Matt support me in that way. I hope we make it a habit!