Ever since I started traveling for work, I seem to have lots of me time. Lots of me time to think, reflect, and run. I was never a runner (still not a runner), so I had no idea what the hell I was doing. I started with walking. Then, I was able to start jogging. Then, I was able to run a couple miles. Then, all of a sudden, I could run up to four miles. Four miles isn't really much if you think about it. But the point is, I now know that I can run as much as I want to. If you've ever hiked half dome, you'll realize that if you're conditioned, your body can do almost anything as long as it's replenishing with energy. It's pretty crazy how the body works. Anyways... I started to think about running a half marathon. One of those fundraiser ones. I'm still thinking about it. There's one in Hawaii in September. I have to raise some x number of dollars. I have train like a muther. I'm still thinking about it. In college, I lost my soul. I didn't know that that I lost it while I was still in college, but I figured it out after I graduated. Finally, more than a year after graduating college, I think I've figured out why I lost my soul. I lost it because I didn't do anything I really believed in. I didn't participate or contribute to anything I had a passion for. Now that I've figured out that much, I guess I better go figure out how to regain my soul. I hear that females go crazy during that time of the month because they retain water and there's too much water in the brain. I don't know. If I could sing like those people who can really sing, I would sing 24/7. Why don't I anyways? I don't know. Maybe because I don't want to be disturbing or annoying. Why do I give a damn? I don't know. I'm still struggling with that one. I think I just care too much. Going out this weekend was so much blistering fun. I got to see dear friends I haven't seen in what seems like forever and what really made this weekend so marfracking fun was simply just having carefree fun and not giving a damn. Doing what I wanted to do because I wanted to do it. People who allow me to do that are the kinds of people I need to be around. Those are the kinds of friends I miss and haven't been able to share and spend quality time with. I miss my real friends. Friends who allow me to be me. It's just so hard now since everybody's got their own agendas. And it's tough making new friends like that since it's not every day you find people you connect with like that. And even if you find those people, it takes time to make that connection. Anyways. I love my dear friends dearly. | 
