I haven’t found any logical progression in grief. I don’t know what stage I’m in now. Is there a stage that feels like a normal walk through the living room interrupted by the staggering pain of stepping barefoot on a stray Lego? That’s the one I’m in. Small memories of…
Ugh. Morning came to early. I checked the clock. 6:10. Ugh. It was already late. The morning workout should’ve already started…
Each season the Mindess Running Club does the Popsicle stick challenge. This is the session where we practice “Farther not Faster.”
haters gonna hate, even a chair, sometimes.

I’m Alex, the creator and author behind this blog. I’m a wonderer.