I wish I could just step outside and go for a run every time I had a sad moment. It's so hard not to get lost in them, and let them ruin your day. Sometimes we have good days. Sometimes we have bad days. What's nice to remember - whatever kind of day it is - is that it will end, you'll have a nice rest, wake up, and it will be a new day.
The day can change too. A visit from a friend or enjoying a great meal, can turn your bad day into a good day. Unfortunately it can fluctuate the other way too. But the day's ableness to have that roller coaster - that flexibility in the day, is a blessing.
For me, it's running. I don't know what it is about it that's so amazing. Health for the body and health for the mind. Release of endorphins. Accomplishment. Control. It's all good. I've recently discovered the magic of running ... outside. Perhaps its just that good ol' concept of humans being outdoors, where we belong, where we were meant to be. Inside our houses we are surrounded by everything artificial; reminders of who and what and how we are "supposed" to be. Who we are and who we were. What makes us happy and what makes us sad. Pressures to have this or accomplish that. Millions of items that we let define us and control who we are. But outside - we are where we are supposed to be, free of all those things and expectations. Outside we get to just b.e.
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