Accepting the Miles we Cannot Run — Overcoming Perfection
We already have everything we need. There is no need for self-improvement. All these trips that we lay on ourselves- the heavy-duty fearing that we’re bad and hoping that we’re good, the identities that we so dearly cling to, the rage, the jealousy, and the addictions of all kinds — never touch our essential wealth…we are the blink of an eye away from being fully awake. — Pema Chodron
My lungs hurt.
My legs don’t hurt because I’m not moving them fast enough to hurt.
My feet hurt because my running shoes are worn out.
The pride I used to have in being a semi-decent runner? It’s hurt.
Today was one of those bright, still sort-of-chilly Minnesota Spring days. It was the type of day when everyone dug out their shorts and tank tops because the temperature broke 45 degrees and the sun came out.
I’m not currently working, and I haven’t since October.
Still. Not. Working.
(I beat myself up over this almost daily.)
Although there is a job in sight, my days blend into a clump of time-wasting activities such as mindlessly scrolling through Instagram posts, checking my email every three minutes, opening the fridge and then closing it without finding…
