run

I've been up and down for the past few months. It happens. It's what I do. But in the last few weeks I've been working on some things.
I've been reading. I've wanted to get some books off my list and I"m working on it.
Cleaning. I'm not so good with this but I'm doing something.
The best part is running. It's going slow. My legs hurt and my mind isn't as focused as it used to be.
I used to run for and hour or more. Push. and slow. and push. and stay in my groove but now it's hard. My mind wanders and I fade.
I'm not who I was ten years ago so I'm not panicking. It's disappointing that I've lost that time but now I have to invent myself again.
I may not be who I was but it means I'll be something new.
Ten years ago is a long time.
I've had several lives since then. All of them pretty fucking good.
I've started a new journal and another chapter in this life.