Abyss

There’s a strange kind of silence that comes with feeling stuck - not the peaceful kind, but the heavy, echoing stillness of an abyss. It’s not always sadness. Sometimes, it’s numbness. Sometimes, it’s pressure. And sometimes, it’s the quiet weight of expectations. From yourself, from others, from everyone.

And your only hope is that the abyss isn't actually endless. That there is actually light at the end of the tunnel.

And maybe then I don't have to pretend to be burn brighter than I actually am.

Running

At some point, you realize you are getting old and getting the appropriate exercise is necessary. So I started running - or I guess jogging for now. I always thought I would enjoy it, but I was always too lazy to actually start doing it.  

Here's a blog post to remind me I am trying to set the habit at age 38. And here's to hoping I built that habit for years to come.

Slow and steady.