I’m starting to come out of the hole that has been this week. I think I see a ribbon of light coming from somewhere above and I’m just going to keep moving in that direction until I’m engulfed in sunshine, which to be honest, could be difficult since this is Seattle after all and right now the sky is a milky gray and there are leftover raindrops clinging to the window screen.
Still. I’m feeling more positive after this difficult week. And part of that has been the commiseration and support and suggestions from all of you, my bloggy friends. I don’t know if I say it enough, but I cherish the community we’ve got going here.
Sometimes, I feel better writing down all my negative, whiny thoughts and sending them out into the world. Like a message in a bottle, I chuck my feelings past the breaking waves. (Although, I don’t think people should do this anymore because the ocean has way too much litter in it, so let’s just keep this a virtual activity, okay?)
I started Mom vs. Marathon in order to document my quest for marathon glory, and so that means I must be brutally honest when I write — as close to diary material as possible, really. That’s why I’m not always positive about running here.
Thanks for letting me lean on you.