Walking relaxes me and clears my head. It’s healthier and more socially acceptable than my other coping technique–wine.
Thankfully, my new town on the Sunshine Coast (how can you not smile when you hear that name?) is filled with gorgeous spots to wander.
The dog and I discovered a peaceful duck-filled marsh practically on our doorstep.
Normally I like my walks to end at Starbucks, but I’m feeling a marsh-ian vibe these days. Watching those gangly frizzy-feathered ducklings trooping past almost makes me forget the first sip of a piping hot nonfat latte.
What do you do when it all gets to be too much?