i like rain a lot. you all should know that, and i think you probably do. and yes, it has been sprinkling all day. blissful, un-hun. i had today off. wakened with a new sense of energy, or motivation from somewhere, i went running this morning, guzzled orange juice and cruched on puttnet butter bummpers. which are fabulous- try them maybe. i love when i wake with that. when discipline is easy and fun and you sort of look forward to it... there are so many things that could be touched upon at this point. things about personal character development on all sorts of levels if one wished to catogorize and meander in the depths of oneself. (right now, i will choose to lets the thoughts swim about in my own mind.) i often wonder and think of how my body would be more so "happy, err healthy" throughout the rest of the day if i allowed myself to do a run in the morning... but than i like the warmth of the pillow, and goodness my head makes such a nice indentation, perhaps i do not really want to rouse my body... i wonder if discipline is the wrong word to even use in the above conversation, for the defination of discipline hasn't occured. it is the wrong word. i was reading a bit ago about proved gold/ pure gold/ proved silver/ pure silver. maybe you too have heard accounts... that these metals are brought though the fires, so the impurites may be dechipered and in turn removed. discipline/ character/ a simply run this morning/ who i want to be today/ who i long to be for tomarrow...
how you all are well. super well.
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