I can't believe how incredibly scheduled my weeks are. I swear that I do pretty much the same thing, week in and week out. I guess that I should enjoy the predictablity while it lasts, because who knows, it may come to an end within a month. Changes may be beyond the horizon on this straight, seemingly-endless road that I'm on.

My question today is: Does it always have to rain on Mondays? Because, seriously, it seems like I'm always jogging in the rain, soaking wet. Okay, wait-a-minute, last Monday the weather alternated between snow and rain... So what I'm complaining about isn't entirely accurate!

I'm training for the Sun Run this year... I mean I am actually training, following a schedule of someone else's making. I'm learning how to run 10km. So far, so good. I'm quite proud of my progess so far. Last Monday I ran 7km in 54 minutes... I'm still giving myself a big pat on the back :)

My cereal is gone and I think my pants are dry (though, what does it matter when they'll be wet again, very soon?) so I'm heading out for another Run:10, Walk:1... wish me Godspeed!

On the Topic of Communication

I'm learning that the English language is a terrible tool for communication. What word "x" means to one, might mean something completely different to another. This subjectivity makes communication fairly difficult at times and at other times, it just makes it tedious as you try to explain, using other words, what that particular word means to you.

What I'm realizing is that this is a process that we either have to be willing to jump into or avoid altogether. Both choices require risk. If we choose to avoid, we risk misunderstandings and feeling unheard. If we choose to engage, we risk further misunderstandings, but we also risk revealing more about ourselves than what we may have originally intended at the onset of the conversation.

I'm a huge advocate of divulging and being known. Of course, this can come off as weakness or not having boundaries. But whatever! HA HA...

Not exactly sure why I wrote that.

Behold! I Do a New Thing...

Sometimes I just can't believe how incredibly cheesy I am. I can't get away from it, my mind just works that way.

So I've been thinking, over the past few weeks, that I wanted to start posting in my blog again. But when I went back to the old one, it just didn't feel right. It's been almost a year since the last posts and I felt that it was just time to retire that one. I dont' know that anyone will read this one; I don't think anyone really cares about blogs too much anymore... or maybe that's because I haven't been keeping up on my friend's blogs since I joined the world of the forum-junky?

I've hardly written anything in the past two years at all. I've felt really blank... that's the only way I have been able to describe it. But recently I've found a new picture.

Hibernating... I think that's what I've been doing, as I look back. I've been like a bulb underground during the winter, but now spring is coaxing me, shining it's bright sunlight onto the surrounding soil, warming it. I'm beginning to feel life in my soul again. And this blog is me sending up my first green little shoots. I'm poking my head out of the ground to see what's going on, hoping that no-one will step on me in my early developement.

Right now I just need to step up my writing just a bit, because really... this is for me and my development as an artist, a writer, a creative thinker... Who cares if anyone else sees me and my small green shoots? I've been starving underground, holding my breath, waiting for the sun, and now it's here.