A marathon is about the mind’s ability to run the race more than the body’s. Once you become a marathoner, you carry around the knowledge that the mind is strong enough to (fill in the blank). So you train your body, you trust in your mind, and what? The third region is the wild card – the one where the fork ran away with the spoon or the cow jumped over the moon. And it’s…
Woke up from a restless sleep with last night’s musing on my mind – hot and cold – at times it winds to a perfect pitch and then a nuance can derail the flow. So seldom to enter sleep with a smile but delightful when it does happen. Yesterday I laughed a lot, which fits neatly into the five year goal to be happy every day. Maybe the long term plan is about fitting the…
L and I had a discussion today after playdate that is best to remember. His peeps are saying no way, not good about K except for me who appreciates what might be there but then again I’m a know nothing romantic but I told him what I know about living – sometimes your peeps give good advice and sometimes they don’t. When S and I met 15 years ago his roommate S told him this…
L told me that T advised K to keep some in reserve. How many times do you keep learning the same lesson? Or realize it is the dominant theme of everything that could cast a pall? It wears me out… to keep starting over and stopping again.
I reached a saturation point with people – too many special interests, none can be ultimately satisfied, and so it turns back to the task at hand – the core. The core is still weak but getting stronger. (Thank you Joseph Pilates.) N&B are back and Renny’s happy but it was nice to get one last walk this morning in with L and just go over all the laundry list of what needs repeating or…
So S is concerned that he’s fighting a ghost and while I don’t discount anything she tells me and it makes me sad to hear what she has to say sometimes, I think she too is fighting the ghost of C past. C (or D as she covertly refers to him) was rank bad, and she knew something was not right but was still blindsided, think she can’t forgive herself or him. She has never…
What do you say to your 50 year old friend when he tells you that he is fucking a woman with a fake ID – carpe diem or watch yourself? Neither, you tell him how convention has never satisfied you even though you and everyone you know seeks to have it and hold it with both hands clenched. Let’s say you love someone but you look down across maybe a decade and have a good…