Last night I felt the most amazing feeling... forcing myself to once again go beyond what I thought I was capable of and fight through discomfort and even pain to accomplish something I set out to do.  It was my 2nd ever 8 mile run.  I have to check my time of my first, but I'm pretty sure I ran at least 1 minute a mile faster than the first time, which for me is saying a lot.  Actually, the fact that I make myself go running is amazing to me.  To be training for a half-marathon is just crazy....

My trials never end, but my time of waiting and holding back from the world does. 

It's inevitable...how words and phrases cannot keep themselves out of my mind; the different forms they take, the contrasts that keep them interesting, or interest gives them contrast, whichever it may be. 

With staleness in life, in love, sometimes there's still a glimmer, even a twinkle maybe, of hope, like the cliche of Springtime.  Like new words that are unexpectedly spoken and make your heart stop for only a second.  And then comes the questioning.  And after the questioning comes the settling, whether you settle into the newness or against it.  This I haven't figured out yet.  But it's been long enough in waiting for the staleness to end and something new to come...

 

My nomadic month of wandering is now coming to an end.  I've officially lodged with friends from work, renting a room in their loft, with which they have plans for art galleries and great events in the future, both of which I cannot contain my enthusiasm.  I even have the uncontrollable desire to frame old photos for decor and such, maybe to add some texture to the fabric of our little lives.  But I'm here for a few more months through the Chicago 'brrrrr', and I'm happy.  That's all you really need to know, you know?

Click Michael Hitsman to check out my roommates photography and get your official invite to his gallery opening on November 19th.