This post is my reentry into the oh-so public world of sharing my words. I last posted on December 27, 2015. I have maintained a scattered practice of journaling, but not for the purposes of sharing. I feel stifled, a bird with clipped wings unable to take off.
While I started the process of building this site I reviewed content from previous posts and social media profiles. Much like getting caught in the YouTube rabbit hole, I was tripped up reading a number of posts, one specifically from October 2015 struck a chord.
My 5K PR stands strong on a flat course. Knowing that I came within a breath of knocking it down, on a hilly course, makes me beam with pride. I set out to kick some ass and that's exactly what happened. Accomplishing that goal to tie up my racing season helps set my mind at ease. I have no solid plans, but I know it's going to be a tough road, requiring an emotional reset. This is exactly what the universe has planned.
I almost vomited when I read those last two sentences. I had no idea how difficult of a road I'd climb. I'm not sure I really believed, at the time, in the plans of the universe. But now, I might.