So this morning Hannah and I had decided that we would run.
There was a power in deciding to break the cycle of apathy and grumpiness together – after feeling so alone in it – and choosing to pick each other up. [We are so made to live in community!] So much of what we were feeling – or not even feeling in the general numbness – was bound up in fear. Fear that having not gone in such a long time our bodies wouldn’t be able to handle it and we’d end up in a heap. Fear that to try is to fail. Fear that nothing I do is of significance anyway so it’s silly to try. A-well-worn-ease in sitting and thinking about doing something as opposed to taking a leap. Continue reading