Thursday, September 16, 2010

I used to think

that exorcise was only a punishment. Something you had to put yourself through because of the lazy, gluttonous choices you previously made. When I would push myself while running or biking, I'd feel negative and unhappy about it. I'd feel like it was a chore I couldn't wait to be through with.
Yosemite changed that. Well, Yosemite changed everything. I realized that pushing yourself only means that next time, you get to go further. Next time, you can have just that much more fun.
Life is supposed to be fun. It's supposed to be enjoyed and embraced. Not survived and endured.
Yes, it does take some survival skills, but it doesn't have to be riddled with stress, anxiety and obligations. Life is what you freaking make it, man. There's no doubt about it.

So go knock on your friend's door tomorrow and say, "wanna come out to play?"

I have

my mother's hands. I only notice sometimes, but its a fact. I wonder if she ever had tendonitis in her left thumb, or if she ever thought her fingers were a little too long. I remember hers being cold. All the time. I don't think mine are. I hope not.