Caged Bird

This post is my reentry into the oh-so public world of sharing my words.  I last posted on December 27, 2015.  I have maintained a scattered practice of journaling, but not for the purposes of sharing.  I feel stifled, a bird with clipped wings unable to take off.  

While I started the process of building this site I reviewed content from previous posts and social media profiles.  Much like getting caught in the YouTube rabbit hole, I was tripped up reading a number of posts, one specifically from October 2015 struck a chord.  

My 5K PR stands strong on a flat course.  Knowing that I came within a breath of knocking it down, on a hilly course, makes me beam with pride.  I set out to kick some ass and that's exactly what happened.  Accomplishing that goal to tie up my racing season helps set my mind at ease.  I have no solid plans, but I know it's going to be a tough road, requiring an emotional reset.  This is exactly what the universe has planned.

I almost vomited when I read those last two sentences.  I had no idea how difficult of a road I'd climb.  I'm not sure I really believed, at the time, in the plans of the universe.  But now, I might.