Everybody loses people they love. It’s a fact of life — an unfortunate one any time, but especially when the loss comes far too soon. Sometimes the loss is private, shared only with those closest to us. On rare occasions, it’s intensely public. Most of the time, it’s somewhere in between.
After a (much) longer than anticipated hiatus, I am back in the blogging saddle. Of course, said saddle is strapped to the back of a beautiful, if somewhat temperamental and always unpredictable, horse named Elämä, who seems to be quite intent on bucking me off. It’s nothing personal and I don’t hold it against her. [...]
When I started this journey, I was bound and determined to walk every single mile laid out in the Susan G. Komen 3-Day for the Cure 24-week training guide. Looking back, that wasn’t entirely realistic — not for lack of commitment, determination, ability or effort. The real obstacle, for lack of a better word, has been life.
Today was the anniversary of one of the hardest days I’ve ever experienced. It’s not 3-Day related, but I need to get this out so I appreciate your indulgence.
It’s a not only a new week, but a new season, which means it’s the perfect time to shake off any negativity that might be hovering around.
