I miss it. I miss my routine that keeps me re-energized and at my best.
Life happens.
Some things are too personal, too private, too much to share. Only a close few are sought out for understanding, wisdom, guidance and a voice of reason when reason escapes me.
This whole summer has been weird. It is mid-July and due to a 6-day week work schedule and constant rain I have not done even a 1/4 of the outdoor activities that makes summer feel like a well-cherished summer.
I am not competing in Warrior Dash less than one month away. How could I when my endurance is not up to par as when I entered spring and felt as strong as ever.
Blindsided. Blindsided.
I still feel as if I am finding my equilibrium.
Will I have endless days to play in the sun still?
I was so steadfast and on track going 100 mph to be derailed.
Out of balance.
Questioning everything ...
... but God.
Today, it's raining and I am relieved. Windows open, the sun not shining, no place to go. Hair in a sloppy-knot, dressed comfy, no need to impress.
It's weird for me to feel indifferent.
Sometimes the process of getting back to myself is doing the little things that bring balance that bring me back to my center.
I'm figuring out what's in balance and what is out of balance to be well-balanced.
