This year has started off with a bang and I’ve hit the floor running. Not unexpected, not if you know me, but not a calamity either.
Right here–I look like a train wreck, sitting on the side of the tub. You see, I’ve run the soles off my feet. Funny ha-ha to you, nowhere NEAR the vicinity of funny to me.
Right now– I’m trying to ignore the pain of an Epsom salt bath on raw and weeping flesh by writing this post using the voice feature on my cell.
The distraction isn’t working as well as I’d hoped. There might be tears involved as I dictate this, but MY version of the story will reflect that my contacts are due up to be changed.
I’m still doing this and I will not give up.
I’ll come back to that in a few.
Right here–in this very house, I’ve decided since I’d spent the latter part of 2015 saying goodbye to the people I’d outgrown, successfully laid to rest a few pesky ghosts, slayed some troublesome dragons-AND lived to tell the tale, I might be on to something good.
Right now–the way I see it, my choices are simple. I can trot down this path and continue to grow or I can hesitate and get knocked cattywampus by my own momentum.
I’m choosing door number one because cattywampus is not a good look for me.
You know, in case you were wondering.
That door happens to be an almighty big one and is going to be difficult to kick open and stomp through.
I’m scared but determined.
I’ve written before that I’m a veteran runner when it came to all things drama and that’s true. I’m also a total boss at wielding my handy dandy black paint brush to paint out and effectively forget, the people, things, and situations that have caused me pain.
The forgetting has been one of my best defense mechanisms, and I’ll miss it dreadfully, but I’m not going to use it anymore.
Right now–I choose to face these things head on and move forward instead of avoiding them.
In so doing, I’m giving myself the gift of my own life back. I’ve set some very specific goals and hope to reach them soon.
Right here–moving to a different position at the company I currently work for, making more money, and getting better benefits is the best thing for myself and for Duck.
I want these things and I WILL get them.
Right now–I’m taking back control of my life and it shore do feel fine. Sort of. Kinda. Mostly. Like 99% of the time. The feel fine part of it, I mean.
Which may shed some light on the reason for a gym membership and the interval training and my poor feet that have been the cause of this disjointed post via cell.
This is the year of a whole new me and I will not back down. Come watch me win. I dare ya.
Addendum…Not that it matters much to anyone other than me-I’ve done 12.5 miles of interval training since this past Tuesday. Because I’m proud of it and I’m cool like that.