this morning #1115.

this morning, in an instant, my jog slipped into something aggressively aggressive, way more of a run than i’d expected today. while waiting for the light at the end of my block to change, the last thing that pops ever said to me popped on into my brain. unprompted. my workout morphed into more of a cleanse. i wanted to wash them words right out of my head. stupid lifelong battle. my search for inspiration versus dad’s folksy wisdom. oh the power his aphorisms held. for so long after he passed, i actually believed that everything happens for a reason. i accepted so much pain. then it hit me. when life gives you lemons, you shouldn’t make lemonade. you should reach for something sweeter.