I woke up today and was insistent I’d get to the gym. I felt this weird pressure to get there and beat myself up a bit. I don’t know why, but it seemed like the only way I was going to amount to anything today.
Then, I lit this fire.
Suddenly, I’m able to finish off another part of my Gratitude project. Suddenly, I’m feeling engaged with my real writing (as opposed to my journaling) in a way I haven’t been in weeks.
I feel like I’ve amounted to something today, and it feels good. Plus, my body is getting a day off - I went running the day prior, and had a crazy weekend - so a day of just me, my words, and the warmth coming from the hearth feel just about perfect.