It's late and my entire family is asleep. I should be sleeping too but I'm brooding on my melancholy. Everything is awesome. I've been burning about 600 calories a day ever since my midwife told me I could start running again. I love running. Running is like flying to me. It's a powerful act of willpower and strength. Oh how I've missed it. And I've been steadily working on my novel. During naptimes of my children, the document is there and I surrender to it. Seraphina is a whopping 12 pounds at 6 weeks old and Caspian is exuberant and in love with existence. So all is well.
But I'm tired, because I don't like to sleep. I wish I didn't have to sleep. There is so much I'd rather be doing.
And also I've been feeling lonely. Sometimes I just want to talk to someone.
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