Wednesday, February 18, 2026
I cannot extol the virtues of vigorous exercise enough. There is a panicky resistance to it, at first. If you haven’t done it before, you are to ease into it. High Intensity is where it’s at. That gets to the good stuff. For those of you who participate in sweat-drenching movement, you know exactly what I’m talking about. Exhilaration.
I cannot extol the virtues of solitude, stillness and silence enough. There is a panicky resistance to sitting in a room, quiet, no phone, no earbuds, no book, no nothing. Eyes closed, listening to the beat of your own heart. Low intensity is where it’s at. That gets to the good stuff. For those of you who participate in serenity practice, you know exactly what I’m talking about. Exhilaration.
I cannot extol the virtues of nature wandering enough. There is a boredom to meandering through the forest with no destination, just watching the grass grow. Aimless nature walks, that’s where it’s at. That gets to the good stuff. For those of you who participate in nature gazing, you know exactly what I’m talking about. Exhilaration.
I cannot extol the virtues of having a schedule-free, desire-less life enough. There is panic if every moment, every task, every tomorrow, and every dollar isn’t accounted for, thoroughly. Letting go of plans, living impromptu, and improvising on the spot is where it’s at. That gets to the good stuff. For those of you who participate in “go-as-you-go” living, you know exactly what I’m talking about. Exhilaration.
How could you know exhilaration if you don’t exercise, don’t practice silence, don’t meander in nature, and try to control every detail of your life?
Exhilaration is for those who realize being “out of control” is sane. Control freaks, the sedentary, the stuffed up indoors, and the overly scheduled and budgeted are insane. They don’t know freedom. Exhilaration.