tracks

I’m stretching on the high school track as cars from 16 y/o drivers stream out of the parking lot. I always forget i’m nearly 23. I still write in passive voice on accident. I always forget that the world isn’t about me. But on this track alone under the lamp post it’s easy to pretend!

I saw a shooting star as I attempted another casual set of ‘airborne pull ups’ this morning. My wish? Bigger biceps. A 50# ruck scraping my hipbones was a good centering piece while i reflected on how much stuff i have to do. To do lists are my favorite thing in my life right now. I am going through one in my head right now, but I read that if you have more than 3 daily priorities you won’t get any of them done, despite how many times or how many places you write them down. I have to go to Target and buy green duct tape, because I dont think I can sew my ruck up and review the m249 and get the rest of my life together in a singular night.

I feel very vulnerable telling people my goals, but I believe that’s the strength in making them goals in the first place… Trying. Trying, so that if you fail it can just be another stepping stone and not step you didn’t take at all.

Ive been laying on the track for 20 minutes now, so I think I may go buy that duct tape.

to do: find another new favorite song. the kind that stays on repeat for every drive for a week... maybe a month.