I’ve noticed something strange since returning to the country: a noticeable feeling of dis-ease any time I stay in the house on a sunny day. If I haven’t gone out and sweated and done something under the rays of the sun, I feel incomplete and unworthy of the comforts of the AC.
As I began to get more physically active during my time in the city, I know I felt this too, but the feeling is especially strong when I’m out here. Now it sometimes even seems wasteful to fail to be outdoors in the hours I have before dusk, even after working all day in the sun. There is so much to do and so much to see in the outdoors here that I feel obligated to be experiencing some of it.
Part of this phototropism may also be the discipline my own father has about going out. I know I can’t turn in until he does without feeling somewhat ashamed of myself. But yet again, some part of it must be deeper. I think my body realizes now what it kind of forgot when I was working in an office and living in a city: that it’s meant to be outdoors and soaking in vitamin D and all of the benefits of sunshine and physical activity.
The me that used to be able to sit inside all day is gone. I’m rewired to something that I should have been feeling all along.
Long story short: it’s easy to forget about the sun when you work in the office. It’s hard to forget it when you live near it. Choose your homestead accordingly.
Photo by Jake Givens on Unsplash