It’s almost 2018,
and while I can’t believe the things I’ve accomlished in just one year.
I feel I could have done it faster.
Like I try to take off when I run.
But I trudge along at 11 minute 48 second miles.
I got new shoes anyway.
I like to see how far I can move with my own feet.
My own body.
Like telling the no one in charge of me, “Look, I don’t need you — I move on my own!”
And for that. I feel proud.
When I biked to Longmont I felt a crushing sense of succes.
Like maybe, I am in charge of this life.