It was one of those weeks where the first thing you can think to do to shield out all of the madness is to crawl into bed and pull the covers over your head and lay in the fetal.
Sometimes you run, jump, and hide from things…but they always come back. Full force.
I’m not running anymore.
I’m hoping that the weekend is better…and I know that I can both positively and negatively affect that.
So…let me start the weekend with this:
I’m having a good weekend.
Run. Tell. Dat. *pop collar*