What I don't see when I'm depressed

  This week I’m building my posts around the five senses. Monday I used the sense of touch, Tuesday, the sense of taste and Wednesday the sense of smell. Today, I consider the sense of sight.

A few years ago, I was taking a morning walk/jog before work. I went my usual route. As I ran slowly down the street, I was thinking, but not about my form, my rhythm, or about anything I saw around me.

I was thinking about how depressed I was. How hopeless I was about my job, my future, my life. My feet seemed to plod more than fly. Just one step in front of the other. Just going through the motions.

Sometimes going through the motions is all we can do. Sometimes it’s helpful to do the action first. The motivation will come later.

But sometimes the plodding is just getting through time.

And when I’m just trying to get through time, I miss a lot of what is happening around me.

I miss the sun breaking through the treetops to give a little light to the dark woods beside the road.

I miss the blooms of the flowers.

I miss nature.

I miss life.

I’m in a better place now, but I still find that it’s too easy to get wrapped up in my thoughts and not notice what’s surrounding me.    

Here are some photos of some things I don’t want to miss on my walks.

What do you miss seeing when life gets too anxious or seems too difficult?