I run to Celtic music, yes I’m strange. Galway girl always strikes a memory. Her hair was black and her eyes were blue.
Sadly no woman running through my head(OAR reference if you don’t get it)
Also a little past 3:00am but that is when I woke up, but after two hours of trying to get back to sleep it is game over.
So last night I returned from the Naval Academy where I finished up my last weekend of assistant coaching for Salem International University for this school year. In 3ish hours I will teach my Multicultural Literature class. Between those two things I ran 13.1 miles last night(why I can’t sleep, body is unhappy).
Between the 5 or so hours in a van, the 2 hours watching myself run in a window, and the last few hours of being awake I have had more time to think on my life than is usually good for me.
Many times when I start focusing on my life I can end up in a tail spin. I’m nearly 30 and most of the things I thought I would have completed five years ago I am still likely five years away from.
The past day though, this hasn’t been the case.
Things are good. Could they be better, yes, but they are good. And for me, that is pretty damn great.
I am coaching the two sports I love, getting to teach English, and have time to write. Things are good.
I have lost 20ish pounds since January.
I’m nearing the end of the first draft on my third book.
I am healthier than I have been in a long time.
I am making enough money that I don’t worry about money.
I am getting to travel.
Short of missing my dog every day I don’t have much to complain about these days.
I have enough and that is all I can ever ask for.
Now that I got the fingers warmed up, I’ve got some writing to do.
Those of you headed off to your 9-5s cheers to that cup of coffee, to those of you getting of your night shifts, bottoms up to that beer. To you other insomniacs, don’t forget to hydrate.