Lately I have been consumed by those ephemeral entities of stuff and things. They are thieving little punks and consequently have stolen months away from me.
And there is damage. I stopped blogging. I stopped running. I gained weight. I stopped painting. I stopped journaling. I fell into a season of doubt that lasted too long. My confidence has been slashed. My motivation is bleeding out.
But here I am. The bootstraps are pulled up. The buttercup will buck up.
I had to just start again. I put on the extra layers and loaded my playlist with Hollaback Girl and some Paramour and went out in the cold dark and started walking. Five minutes, fingers numbing, running, running. Two days into the routine. This is good. Yep, this is good.
