To The End And Back.
Empty space. The clock is ticking. Words hang. I don’t know what to put here.
Again.
And it’s not something I bind myself to, but a thing I demand of myself when I am alone, and progressing, and want to remember how it is to feel as though there is movement forward in a life, and not always the slipping and stumbling back.
Been thinking about many things: Nicki’s Ironman (which she finished with amazing colors! So proud of her!) training for more than one distance race next summer, maybe entering my first rock climbing competition this year, and next year, keeping up the volunteering, wondering if I’m mentally done with school or am just finishing it out for the sake of everyone else, how dating or even just meeting new people terrifies me and I need to start doing it more, lest I don’t or won’t, do it at all.
Things, lots of things to think about. Life is mostly full of the good, so I find, once again, the need to not be -here.-
A list, short:
Confidence is: Painting, writing, climbing, running, volunteering, (even WoW), talking to a new and different stranger each and every week.
It is not: making up excuses for why I can’t do something, or would rather not do something. It is also not doing things that don’t bring me joy (versus pleasure.) Which is why I’m reinstating the word “no.”
Fall is a beautiful time of the year to rediscover yourself.
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Joy. Pleasure is nice but joy is essential.
I can’t really think of anything more I can add to that statement which would further illustrate my point.
And so,
Pax,
Nelson