As a long-time hiker and neighborhood walker, I’ve often been struck by the comments I receive from my neighbors. They view my solitary walks as an act of bravery, a perception that surprises me given the safety of our neighborhood and the wonderful neighbors who live in it.
The comments are never offensive. They are words of caution from friendly people who see me on the street as they come outside from the safety of their beautiful, well-manicured homes: “Take some protection with you.”
These comments have made me reflect on my own perceptions of safety. I wondered, was I being naive? Should I be more prepared for the unexpected? I started to get recommendations about simple adjustments I could make to take control of my safety.
So I heeded their advice. I don’t need to tempt fate. I am well aware of life’s unpredictability, even in moments of utmost joy. I have taken steps to protect myself, to be prepared for the unexpected.
Despite the cautionary advice, I still walk the streets alone.
To me, the streets are safer than homes in America.
They are safer from the constant flow of toxic, politicized media, diseases born of a sedentary lifestyle, and limitations that can seep into healthy relationship dynamics.
The streets unite a country, while sitting indoors can divide it.
If we want to learn about other cultures, we should travel the world. If we desire to learn about humanity, we must walk our streets.
I’ll see you outside.
