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saving my world

I woke up this morning with the intention of getting some cardio out of the way.  Instead, I reached for my nail polish on my nightstand, touched up my french manicure and laid in bed for about 45 minutes until I decided it was safe to move around.

I ran twice on Monday....and sprinted/lunged yesterday....I figured, unless my goal is to completely lose all muscle in my legs, perhaps I need to slow down.

It's like that every time I go through a "seasonal" change - and not season like the weather, but season like another one of life's seasons.  I sense the seasons changing.  And when that happens, I am a bundle of energy buzzing and bouncing off the walls without the caffeine.  Relaxing is hard.  I just want to run - I want to paint - I want to be free - I want to inspire - to be inspired - to live and take advantage of all the things that make life great.

Where others buckle and fall apart when change occurs, I tend to thrive.  I've always been that way.  When something happens that is out of my hands, something that may shatter another soul or break a thousand hearts....I've found fuel.  I credit that same pain for landing me where I am today - in NYC, making it every day and not struggling or giving up. Am I where I want to be now?  No.  Life's ocean will never be still and the tide will eventually lead me to shore.  I just have to stick with the tide and trust that it will.

What I want to learn is how to be fueled by the happy events in life.  To not let comfort seep in and allow complacency to settle me in one spot.  I don't want my world to have to shake and rumble in order to find my inner superhero.  I want to be a superhero even when there's nothing that needs to be saved....when everything is safe.

I'm learning.
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