“Mommy why don’t you sing Rockabye Baby to me at night anymore?”
“Honey, that’s actually not a song that I ever really sang to you….”
“Yes you did. Will you sing it to me one last time tonight?”
And like that I’m in tears. Over the end of a ritual that started at the same moment that it ended.
The following is nothing more than a repost of my off-the-cuff thoughts leading into 2018 elsewhere on social media – for no other reason than that they are a part of the over story that I am gathering here…. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t exhausted and overwhelmed by the idea of…
The things we know when we don’t stop to think.
When I was in law, I had reoccurring nightmares about climbing. Well…perhaps “nightmare” is too strong a word. But the gist of my almost-nightly subconscious wandering was that I was, in some way, shape, or form, climbing upward on something that was shaky. Either a wobbly ladder or poorly connected platforms or a broken escalator…….
Japan is my jam. I’ve been intrigued by this fascinating, dichotomous culture since high school and borderline obsessed since college. I studied the language from my freshman year of college through my first year of law school (running from Japanese to civil procedure several mornings a week, trying desperately to switch my head back into…
If you lie in bed waiting to be in the mood to run, you’re not going to go running very often—because you’ve got the order mixed up. The good feeling comes after. The energy, the focus, the motivation to do more—they aren’t the reason you start a run. They’re a byproduct of doing the running.
Running has never really been about speed to me. In fact, I’ve never been much of a competitive athlete at all. (People who know me well are going to read that last sentence and laugh out loud at what an understatement it is….) I never wanted to win anything or Boston qualify or hit some…
I love this SO much!