Cerridwen II

Or the Dancing Goddess. Your choice. Just because the bow isn’t in the picture doesn’t mean She won’t hunt you down. Or did you not notice all the Hounds now surrounding you?

Yesterday was a very difficult day for a lot of crap personal reasons. Today, so far, has been a huge improvement, though I am dreading hitting the road to run my six miles, after yesterday’s truly horrific eight miles. I am reminding myself that it’s ten slow miles for every single fast mile. But it’s hard when you feel like an uncoordinated idiot who cannot do the simple act of put one foot in front of the other in a consistent manner.

Some runs, it just feels like cement and rusty metal joints.

Writing has also come to a screeching ridiculous halt this week and I know if I don’t get some in and soon, I’m not going to be fit for man nor beast. 5th day syndrome with a fucking vengeance is setting in. I also need to get on an artist date and soon too before I do or say anything unfortunate. I am just all over the place, internally.

So. Prescription in order: run, write, artist date. Best thing? I know those three things will sort me out. Thank the gods for experience.

I hope your week is treating you well.

Originally published at ANGELA N. HUNT. You can comment here or there.