Take comfort in your darkness, allow the not-knowing to propel your desires, send them like prayers into the starless night. The day has reached its zenith.
My lungs are a little bigger now. I can run for four miles, I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute... I breathe in the love, exhale the crap.
And when we do choose, we need to make no apologies for those choices. I’ve got years of fear and guilt I’m living under.
It’s about being uncomfortable, mile after boring mile. It’s about wanting, and learning, and wishing, and doing, and crawling, and sailing as we make our way. It’s about thoughts turned into words turned into actions. And sometimes it can be about lacing up a pair of pretty running shoes -- ...
I'm tired because I cried for hours and hours and hours last night, tears streaming and soaking my pillow, and I woke with swollen eyes, still feeling sorry for myself, missing my partner, lamenting my children's misfortune, and feeling the depths of depression that have characterized my life ...