This is an experiment. I literally have ten minutes to write.
I’ve been too busy to blog.
Too busy to run.
I have to prioritize, and the kids come first.
Followed closely by CrossFit.
And…coffee with friends.
It’s my therapy.
I’ve been working all week.
At this point you might say, “Boo-hoo. Welcome to the real world, Princess!”
And you’re right.
I was a princess, viewing the world from a locked tower. And now that I’ve busted out, I’m walking around out here with the rest of the world.
It’s hard and sometimes I don’t like it. But never once have I wanted to go back into that tower. Because even the most difficult parts of this journey bring feeling. And feeling is good. Even when it’s bad.
To feel means that you’re really alive. You’re not just viewing life from afar. But you’re in it, working alongside other people and getting your hands dirty.
And for every terrible moment you walk through, there are also good moments.
No, not just good, but great.
You walk on clouds. You love life. You soak in the sunshine and revel in the rain.
It could be when a friend gives you a compliment. It could be when your child gets up early to hug you before work. It could be when you lift 115 percent of your bodyweight. It could be when you finally win over that stubborn German kid in your English class. These are moments that make up life. These should be savored.
Well, there’s a reason for it too. You let it run its course. Let it do its job. Let it pour out and disappear.
And you take another step.
I’ve got a train to catch.
Another day to live.