I am here.
I am alive.
I am . . . well, I’m surviving.
I’ve been running out of marbles a lot lately and that includes the energy that goes into this blog, unfortunately. This is one of those things that now requires more marbles than it did before so I have to budget appropriately and that means putting other things at a higher priority. Like, y’know, work and putting myself in a position where I can function at a level to show up at my job and do what needs to be done.
Many, if not most, days it’s a fake it til you make it mentality which requires a whole lot of energy.
I haven’t been on a run in like a week and a half which, when written out, doesn’t sound nearly as bad as it does in my head when I think about it so that makes me feel a little bit better. The Cleveland 10K is about six weeks away and my only goal is to finish. that’s it. don’t care if I run, walk, skip, or fucking drag myself across that finish line. I know I can do it, partly because of that whole “I’ve done it before” thing but I ran 3 miles two weeks ago and if I can run 3 miles I can run 6 miles. I just have to budget my marbles and make sure I find time in the next six weeks to actually get some runs in.
So I am here. I am around, on Twitter and Instagram. I am promoting my book with lots of fun local events happening. I am slowly, slowly writing my next project. I am busy with work and busy with life and busy with therapy and . . .
I am, I am, I am.
Love from the ashes,