On my run that day, it quickly became obvious to me that my technique was all over the place. My right hand crossed the midline of my body with every arm pump. It was a lateral motion rather than a motion that moved me forward.

Initially it just started with irritation, the sock just didn’t feel right. I thought if I wiggled my toes, acknowledged it, and then try to put it out of my mind that it would go away. The farther I ran, the more obvious the bunch in the sock became.

“I want a roof over my head”

“Right, but we don’t start building a house with a roof. If you don’t build a solid foundation and base then the roof won’t stay up or offer shelter.”

Have you ever been offered the crumbs at the bottom of a bag of chips?

What is funny about the crumbs at the bottom of the bag of chips is that while they are full of flavor, they are all broken and just fragments of the whole that you wanted, they leave you wanting more and you often feel unfulfilled.

“Can I have a hug?” he asked.

“Of course you can, baby” I said back.

He was ungrounded and dysregulated. Every time he interacted with this particular individual he would become ungrounded and dysregulated. It broke my heart and was also out of my control.

Have you ever had someone spray toxic energy on you? Maybe they were trying to burn you, maybe they were trying to end you.

How did you respond?

“You aren’t going to slow down on the hill are you?” he asked.

I was tired. I was sweaty. I was uncomfortable. I was growing. I was strong. I was powerful.

There are rules. Like it or not, we are taught about the rules of life, of society, of our family, of our school, of our community etc.

They were all from the same mom. I planted them on the same day and they were the same size when I planted them. All things considered, they should all be the same size.

I promised myself I wouldn't scratch my legs. I had poison ivy all down the back of my thighs and each time I got into the shower I fought the urge to scratch my legs