then what? the world moves on and i was still one of the luckiest humans to ever be here. as long as i don’t die in outer space or the deep ocean waters: it should all be ok.
i’m not sure why this blog lives on. i should really revert back to written notes or keep divulging my personal accounts of life to the notes app on my phone. oh god don’t open that up if you hack into my phone it’s too embarrassing. look through my text messages instead- less intimate.
i love the sky still. i love dates and almond butter. i love the feeling after filling up my gas tank. i love the cyclic moments of sunrise. i love going to sleep early (this is new) ugh, but it’s not early anymore and we run 800’s for run group tomorrow. i destroyed my body today, but the gym i go to now is too rad not to decimate your muscles because it’s so gritty it feels like a crime to do anything but have to drag your shakey achy body back to the car.
i can’t wait to go to sleep. not in the field- so spoiled in my bed. no spiders or snakes. but also no morning moments of sunrise and i’d take a spider and a snake for that
I love dates and almond butter but not nearly as much as I love you