There is so much life that goes on inside that no one ever sees – there are conversations with people who will never hear you utter those words – there are memories that have been turned over so many times they have become a different event – songs that are bastardized – dreams that straddle reality – desires that may never find expression. So much on the interior that roils like a cauldron over a hot flame.
This morning I woke reluctantly – a mild depression nestled into my usual joie de vivre – the routine felt rote – what’s ahead seemed uncompelling – I worried all my attractions might be unrequited – all my work successes a fig newton of my imagination – my finances remain thin – I rolled over and grew more depressed.
But then……
Step One – I realized I needed a change. I needed to refocus. For the first time in six months since my surgery, I decided to go for a run. I put on my running shoes, my Iron Maiden bra, and hooked up the IPOD and ran my heart out – broke a sweat – returned better.