I’m feeling a little bit under the weather, but I am just not interested in excuses.  Of course, if I end up being sick I’ll have to act accordingly.  There’s no point in pushing myself when it would be harmful to do so.  This morning was a nice walk though, even though I wasn’t feeling awesome.

I’ve been oscillating between feeling unrealistically optimistic and feeling the whole weight of the world pushing down own me.  Of course, my reality is probably best described somewhere in the middle, but try telling my brain that!  I’d prefer to not worry much about things; I’d love to dwell in the feeling of walking on a cloudy morning just before sunrise when everything is so dark, but then the sky starts to catch fire, burning for a few minutes until you realize how blue and illuminated everything is and you don’t remember it happening because you were too distracted by the colors of the sky.  Why can’t we live in those feelings?

[Walk #104]