Nobody said it would be easy.

I have been home for 24 days now, how do I feel. Deflated would be a good description, I have walked once in 24 days. Not nearly enough, I should be doing my martial arts I should be doing my yoga. Im not, why I ask maybe others will also. I have been working through how I feel, over the last ten days and today I can say I feel unhappy. But I also know that because I am not doing anything at all that of course my mood and general well being will suffer. I am planning another walk, but its a year away. Ive got to start living my life here, I will not say in the real world because walking on a camino any camino is just as real. I dont believe that I am feeling sorry for myself. But am in that zone of really believing that I am capable of letting all that I took from the walk disappear.  To much is at stake, me, my dogs, family, friends, new and old. I can live in and  revell in my old ways and the misery it brings, or I can stand tall regardless and move forward. Which is certainly what I prefer, it takes discipline to run a life, although I dont consider the down days as a failure. I just need to remember thats all they are, down days. And life has not come to a stand still I am functioning, but I need to walk. The peace of the step, kilometre after kilometre. Its all in the mind, I managed the walk by stepping out of my head by allowing other possibilities. By allowing my head my mind to be still at peace even. So walk I must, every day its my meditation my peace my freedom.