“This is impossible…only if you believe it is.”
“I have sometimes believed six impossible things all before breakfast.”
“This is good.”
Have you ever really pushed yourself…to see how far you can go?
I think I push myself a lot (and probably those around me as well)…
I suppose I fall down…I don’t seem to recall that part as much as I probably should.
I notice a lot of pushing lately….HARD.
It is as if I am daring myself to fall down…or to see exactly what it is that perpetuates a fall…
Nothing yet…surprisingly enough.
My friend and I ran a half marathon on Saturday morning.
the whole thing
in the rain
and hail
the whole thing!
for two hours and forty nine minutes
I didn’t know I could do this.
Now, my legs were pretty shaky, so I COULD have fallen down, but I didn’t.
So, I did it.
Now what?
Maybe
Running long and hard is the easy part…
I fear…
sitting still,
and quiet…
might be the hard part.
Perhaps that…
is the real jabberwocky I must slay.
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Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) *
hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!*
I do forget to recycle*
LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)*
Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction*
Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties*
True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)*
did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me*
can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings*
I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year*
can't help my right brain optimism*
been a foster mom*
am a very grateful mom of adopted children*
worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier*
this is me...pretty much
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