Summer is here…I’m happy…sort of…

Trained hard today…

It was one of those days that once you go outside the sun smacks you over the head just to point out how idiotic of you to have stayed indoors all day long.

It’s 4pm and it’s hot. Bearable but hot. I breath in the jasmine infused air and take in all the green beauty surrounding me. And I run…I run for a while…longer than usually considering I’m not a runner. Because it’s so boring to run without a destination in mind. I mean, what’s the point, right? But it’s different today. It feels like summer. And I feel free. Somewhat free of my burdensome thoughts that usually slow me down or annoyingly chime in just to point out that my brain is still there and active. The thing never just shuts the Hell up! “Grateful”, it whispered. “You should be grateful!”, it said again. Something it never does: points out the beauty in my life. The things I have so many other people would die to have. Because it likes to entertain me with problems to solve and issues to handle. Usually, my brain will just diminish me and ridicule me and sometimes well deserved…laughing at how idiotic my affairs of the heart are, how moronically romantic I can be over a boy…

But not today…today my mind told me to be grateful. And who am I not to listen to my boss, right?!

Ah, that’s ok! Tomorrow is another day…I’m sure my brain will find a way to fuck it up again for me…

So I’m going to enjoy today…

About Desi Stark

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