Thursday Three

As a forewarning, I shamelessly persevere as a human being, rather than a furiously typing fitness robot.

Give me a backpack and a pair of sensible shoes, please, I’ve got things to do. I’ve never really felt a lack of inspiration or want to do adventurous and exciting things, but I have felt little lulls here and there. It’s easy to get caught up in the everyday things, think about working every day and signing up for fitness classes and putting gas in your car so you can drive places and making sure you get to bed on time so you can wake up feeling refreshed. That’s fine, sometimes. I just have no desire to go long stretches of just “everyday” living. I want to make sure I’m never too complacent or too content with the way things are that I stop feeling so excited and thrilled at the start of every day for whatever that day brings me. 

SHIPS ARE SAFE IN HARBOUR BUT THATS NOT WHAT SHIPS ARE MEANT FOR

It’s when I feel the most productive, the happiest, and the most excited about the next day. I honestly love the feeling if falling into bed with that good exhaustion feeling at the end of the day—you know what I’m talking about. There’s a reason the word bone-tired exists—because that’s what I feel like, and it’s a very specific feeling. I can get such a case of insomnia when I’m stationary all day, I need to be out and working all my muscles and logging miles and miles a week, because then I crawl into bed at 10 or 11 so happy and sleepy and excited for the next day. Sylvia Plath said it perfectly:

I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a day spent setting strawberry runners in the sun, a glass of cool sweet milk, and a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream. When one is so tired at the end of a day one must sleep, and at the next dawn there are more strawberry runners to set, and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times like this I’d call myself a fool to ask for more…” 

That feeling exactly.

THURSDAY THREE:

1. I’M LUSTING AFTER:

A Hug from my Guy.

2. I’M WISHING:

I’m not wishing for anything…apart from forgetting everything and dancing to some bollywood numbers.

3. I’M DROOLING OVER:

Mall Chinese. I tried to think of something healthy/plant-based that I really, really want to eat, but right now all I can think about is how the lustrous affair that I have with mall Chinese and how much I want me some Chilly Garlic Glass Noodles.