One Thing I Love About Marathon.
It’s Sunday night and I have to get up for work in about six hours. I can’t seem to find the desire to lay down. I’m sure if I did I would probably fall asleep with relative ease; it was a long day of running around cleaning up errands I’ve been putting off for a bit too long. Procrastination, ultimately. It’s been a sobering summer thus far, in the worst of ways. I've had a lot of time to reflect on myself, my career, the aspirations I have when I look forward, family, friendships (or the diminishing prevalence of), finances, free time, regrets from years past; the things you think about when you’re trying to sleep but always seem to flood you with anxiety right as you drift off. Those thoughts aren't unique to this summer. I've had them before. What's changed is the conclusions I'm starting to draw from them. When I look at the state of my life and the increasingly insurmountable hurdles that crop up preventing me from advancing my life in ways that I thought I’d ...