Life feels a little slow at the minute. All the struggles of life, love, and career can take it’s toll and slow your pace, even when you’re just itching to jump out off the starting line. Maybe that is the root of the frustration, I want to run when I can barely walk…figuratively and literally.
Though, I’m always trying to take [hobbled] steps in the right direction. This weekend, for instance, I had my meniscus repaired…finally. It was deja vu of the worst kind, but hopefully this is the last I see of outpatient surgery centers for awhile.
I do feel fortunate that so many friends were checking in on me over the weekend, but it goes without saying that I’m ready to jump, to fly, to run. To START the next chapter of my life.
So here’s to feeling a little less unbroken this weekend and as always, working towards the BIG, big goals of 2014, and not losing focus even when I slip and fall.