You know those weeks where everything just feels a bit… heavy? That was me this week. Motivation? Missing. Energy? Low. Willpower? Somewhere under a blanket with a cup of tea.
But today, I got out the door. I don’t know what clicked — maybe it was the sun making a rare cameo appearance, or maybe I’d finally run out of excuses (and biscuits). Either way, I laced up the trainers and stepped outside for my first walk of the week.
The weather was on my side — sunshine that didn’t feel smug about it, and a gentle breeze that made it feel like nature was quietly cheering me on. I took it slow, easing into the rhythm, soaking it all in. Birds chirping, flowers doing their spring thing, and the general peaceful hum of village life.
And yes — I even felt the sun on my head. Directly. One of the unsung perks of being bald: no fringe blowing into your eyes, no hat hair, just pure vitamin D to the dome. Honestly, if you’re going to go for a wander, a shiny head’s the way forward — it heats up like solar panels, and you never forget your parting.
I kept walking. Not fast, not far, but enough to remember that my legs do, in fact, work. For a moment, everything felt a bit more manageable. My brain stopped buzzing. I wasn’t thinking about the to-do list, or deadlines.
Then the British weather remembered what it was.
The sky darkened with the speed of a moody teenager, and before I could say, “What’s that smell? Oh, it’s rain,” the heavens opened. And suddenly, my leisurely stroll turned into an impromptu power walk. Picture a determined man, shirt flapping, bald head glistening like a glazed doughnut in the storm — that was me.
I got back home drenched, slightly out of breath, and weirdly triumphant.
Because today, I showed up. I moved. I got sunshine and soaked in equal measure. And despite the soggy ending, it reminded me that sometimes the smallest efforts — the ones that feel like nothing — are actually the biggest wins.
Bald head and all.