Let the games begin

It’s been a crazy day. I got more accomplished today than I have in the past week. I guess old habits die hard--and I work well under pressure. I spent hours at the library searching for an article on how exercise is proven to be as effective as antidepressants, when all I needed was a simple research study to analyze for statistics.

I ran six miles today. This morning, I woke up and went for a run around Seward Park. Then later this afternoon (because I still needed to procrastinate on my stats paper), I went for a run along Lake Washington Blvd. Going for a second run was indulgent, considering all that I still needed to get done. I made time in part because I wanted to feel great going into module. And I do. I feel strong. Energetic. Excited.

It’s a welcome change from the serious funk I’ve been in lately. I’ve had time to think about how I’ve been held by fear in the past. Now, I have the choice before me of whether to leap, not knowing where I will land.

When I quit my full-time job after just buying a house, a very dear friend sent me a card with a quote by Anais Nin on it and a black-and-white picture of a man walking on an open, endless road. When I contemplate taking a risk, these words are of great comfort to me.

“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.”