I drove 1600 miles this Memorial Day weekend and survived! My first stop once I left the SLC area was the Bonneville Salt Flats, where I took this picture of the desolate “pet area” and the lovely scenery it beheld. Looking at it now, it seems far more poignant than when I took the snapshot. 

I live in a place of incredible beauty and wonder, and I put my brain in the little stark “pet area” because I’m too anxious to cope. Wouldn’t it be something if I let it free, if my doubt and worry were just silly curiousities on the wayside of my journey, if I was truly brave as I wish to be? Because that’s the thing about bravery, you only have it if you don’t care that sometimes you don’t. 

Today I:

1. Went to work

2. Went to the store and bought two sports bras that actually fit.

3. Went home and changed into workout clothes and cuddled the dogs.

4. Went for a 4.73 km walk/run that lasted 37 minutes and tired me out just enough.

5. Made dinner with a prepackaged diet meal and Brussels Sprouts. 

6. Cleaned the kitchen.

7. Took a shower.

8. Took my meds.

9. Blogged like a bad ass motherfucker. 
I am truly tired, without even counting the meds and their sleepy-making Magic. I am proud of myself, even though I’m lonely and anxious. I’m really looking forward to blogging tomorrow about my mother, whose birthday it will be. 

Sweet dreams, loyal reader.