Don’t trust the facts, trust the fiction

I know, I know. It’s been a hot minute. The operative word being hot. Seattle has finally succumbed to the lazy, hazy days of summer. Literally. There is smoke from BC wildfires casting a cloudy Instagram filter over the Emerald City.

Today marks my last day of mini-retirement. On Monday I start the next chapter of my career as a marketing manager (yay?).

Despite the increased heat and air quality warning I have kept up my running. Really, not only have I kept it up but as it is my last week of funemployment I have increased my milage to 9-10 miles per day.

And the thoughts- oh yeah, I’ve had em. Curious?

I always fall for confidence

Just because you want something doesn’t mean you can have it. This is a lesson I have learned time and time again. I have also discovered that while you can ask for something, it doesn’t necessarily mean you will get it. With every fork I encounter I continually ask the universe to send me clues about what to do, but at the end of each day I have to proceed on the base of my own deductive reasoning and judgement and try to make the choice that is right for me.

If you don’t try you’ll never know, but gosh if only we had a little help, right?

What are you running from?

A proven scientific fact I just made up- a nice long run can help solve any problem. Lost your job? Take eight miles and think about what you really want to do next. Cat ran away? A nice five-mile sprint around the neighborhood counts as looking for that little butthead. Stressed about relationship woes? Take a breather and a 10-mile jog to gain some perspective. No matter what issue I’ve been facing I’ve found for the past half my life (mind you, I’m in my 30’s- we’re looking at 15+ years) there is nothing better than a few miles of pavement (or trails as I’ve started to go easier on my knees) to work through whatever shit is on my mind.