The Walking Stick

I have spent the last several years really working on not being resentful and bitter, not only about my ongoing health struggles with Lyme disease, but past issues as well. I try to go for a walk as much as I can to help me with this. Even though it’s only for a couple of miles, I thought If I have the energy to be bitter and resentful, I probably have the energy to walk. I do my best to use all the negative energy that I’ve harnessed and let that propel my feet forward. I usually feel much lighter and happier once I’m finished. Though this one day, I was having a particularly difficult time mentally overcoming the physical pain and nausea. I told myself that it would be disrespectful to my past self, who couldn’t even get out of bed not that long ago, not to fight through and try. So I went. On my way back however, I had to finally stop and admit defeat, and I bowed my head down to cry. It was right then that I noticed a large stick by my feet, part way on the sidewalk and part way on the grass. It was not there the first time I walked past. It seemed to be the perfect size and length to be a walking stick. One end was already smooth as if someone had recently used it as a walking stick and taken it on a journey for some distance then left it there. I did not cry. I smiled at the way the universe sent help. I used this walking stick to walk back the rest of the way.
As you can see, I Kelli-fied it by crocheting some yarn onto it. I added the tassels so that I can tie the trinkets and treasures my kids find and are eager to share with me on our nature walks. I picked the rainbow color scheme to remind me that every step is as good as a pot of gold. Ryan had suggested that I make the distance between the colors uneven to give it more of an organic look to which I twitched, then laughed, then twitched some more because to an anally retentive character such as myself, the very thought of asymmetry was hideous. But I took his advice because a walk through life is about personal growth after all.