screeches and wails

My life is barely restrained chaos.

There is so much I WANT to do; I want to read, I want to journal, I want to crochet, I want to finally get running once and for all. And at the end of the day, when I am finally stepping off the train 11 hours after I stepped onto it in the morning, I have no energy to do ANY of this. I got my little red Moleskine out of my bag this morning to write while I was on the train, and I stared at that first blank page for three stops.

This makes me really, really sad. A little overwhelmed, because that half marathon is COMING, and I’m afraid I won’t be ready - and if I’m going to have any chance of being remotely ready for it, I need to get off my arse NOW.

O, motivation, where art thou?

I need to make a plan. I need to stick with it. And I might need to investigate the possibility of dropping some hours to make this all work.

I need to accept the fact that I have a blogger in me itching to get out, and deal with it accordingly.