a lull
There's some kind of energy lull going on with me...after a few weeks of crazy ups and downs, this week I've been calling in tired. I missed my friend's birthday dinner, I said 'no' to a few things and I just stayed home and tidied my space and ate peasant food and folded towels. It was nice. Being in a whirl is nice sometimes, yet the lulls are good too and for some reason, I'm in one.
I went to a play with a friend of mine on Thursday and while I loved the play (keepin it weird at Zach, staring my friend Aralyn Hughes), I found myself starting to fade in the act 3. I was ready to call it a night at barely 10:00 p.m.
The homeless are coming back around. I saw William, I saw Nancy, I saw Wes and the whole gang. I put my friend on an Amtrak bound for Grand Rapids, MI. Friday a.m. He's one I've worried about most, he's young and he gives everything away so he's often without a coat or a jacket or socks. He'd been fasting, so he was skin and bones. I was happy to help get him to the train and on his way to his family.
Next Sunday I 'm to shoot the memorial service for the homeless who died on the streets last year (89) and I still don't have a shooter. I'll probably do it myself. It's time to start in again before Brain Brawl takes over, while there's a tiny lull in J.O.B., though it's still a part-time job, while my freelance work has ebbed.
This morning I ran 9 miles and I could have gone further. After the Komen run, I've been working on my pacing. I found though, that while I start out slowish (11.30 miles), around mile 5, I pick up the pace. It's weird. Most people get tired as the reach the end, I just want to keep going.
Somehow, oddly, this is similar to what's going on in my life right now. I'm ready for what's next. I'm moving there and this temporary lull is part of that.
I went to a play with a friend of mine on Thursday and while I loved the play (keepin it weird at Zach, staring my friend Aralyn Hughes), I found myself starting to fade in the act 3. I was ready to call it a night at barely 10:00 p.m.
The homeless are coming back around. I saw William, I saw Nancy, I saw Wes and the whole gang. I put my friend on an Amtrak bound for Grand Rapids, MI. Friday a.m. He's one I've worried about most, he's young and he gives everything away so he's often without a coat or a jacket or socks. He'd been fasting, so he was skin and bones. I was happy to help get him to the train and on his way to his family.
Next Sunday I 'm to shoot the memorial service for the homeless who died on the streets last year (89) and I still don't have a shooter. I'll probably do it myself. It's time to start in again before Brain Brawl takes over, while there's a tiny lull in J.O.B., though it's still a part-time job, while my freelance work has ebbed.
This morning I ran 9 miles and I could have gone further. After the Komen run, I've been working on my pacing. I found though, that while I start out slowish (11.30 miles), around mile 5, I pick up the pace. It's weird. Most people get tired as the reach the end, I just want to keep going.
Somehow, oddly, this is similar to what's going on in my life right now. I'm ready for what's next. I'm moving there and this temporary lull is part of that.
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