Um, so I haven’t really felt like posting anything lately. I’m feeling a lot of stress and the only way of processing it, for me, is CRAZY OVER ANALYSIS of things Not In My Control.
I wish I was one of those people who felt a great sense of relief from working out. I am not. Never have been. I did legs on Sunday that left my quads still sore today, but I stepped out of the gym just as stressed as I was going in. You know what running does? It gives me a solid half hour to over think. Fantastic.
Anyway, I did get to go home and see the Herd for a few days which was excellent, even if I was there for a funeral. We laughed and talked late into the morning and drank too much wine. I walked on the beach and breathed real deep, and at night I kept the window open so I could hear the ocean waves. There are definitely things I miss about being there.
I keep reminding myself that life is good. And it is. Everything will work out because what are the other choices? There are no other choices. So everything will work.
In the meantime, I am desperately seeking some side work.