Read, run, write, reflect

Read a book, go for a run, write, reflect. That has been basically all I’ve done for the past few weeks, if not months at this point. It’s genuinely hard to remember with everything that has happened, what with me jumping between four friends’ places and lugging my bare minimum with me each time (which somehow now includes a washing machine, but that seems essential in my late 30s, if I allow myself a moment to horrify my 22 year old self back in university), and the routine has become fixed in a way that I’ve begun to crave it. It has been interspersed with lifting weights, going to a lot of movies, and cooking macro-optimised foods to ensure I don’t fall apart on the next long run, yet somehow, this life which I absolutely shy away from thinking as boring–yet if you do, I’d somehow understand–has been exactly what my soul has needed for a long time. This is all coming off the back of difficult times which I alluded to a few weeks ago, but since then there has been a drive deep…