“It’s nice to be wanted. To be longed for, at that …”
Originally published between 2011 and 2014, this post has been updated but preserves its original publish date as content is migrated from the archives of The Flavored Word.
My mind isn’t working right this morning. You know how some days you have it and some days you don’t? Well, today I most certainly do not and while my melancholy and overall crappy spirits are due in part to my lack of caffeine consumption, there’s a much a bigger issue causing my brain to throb.
I am a runner. Like the kind of semi-obsessed (if one can be “semi” obsessed) runner that has to run every morning or the stars don’t line up correctly. It’s how I start my day; with a “calming” six miles and a strong cup of coffee. Coffee first. Road second. But, as for that bigger issue causing my brain to throb … somehow, someway, I seem to have injured myself and as my left knee has now swollen to the point that even my jeans notice, I’m not able to run. And to be completely honest, that sort of scares me. For a lot of people, that won’t make any sense, I mean what’re a few days off? Right? But if you are like me and your personal little universe depends on those six miles, well then you understand that a few days can feel like a cosmic disaster. Right? Gruff.
And so, I guess I’m going to have to wallow in my coffee cup—the one that started this post telling me that “It’s nice to be wanted …” And while I’m at it, since someone seems to be waiving their magic wand and making inanimate objects talk, I might as well have my running shoes join me in my wallowing because they, like me, probably need a good shoulder to cry on today.
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DISCLAIMER: I’m a writer and an editor. And I try my best to make sure every post is articulate and free from errors. However, being that I edit my own work—and it’s next to impossible to properly edit your own work—I admit, occasionally there may be an error or two I miss. But doing so doesn’t make me an idiot so don’t be mean. Just smile, pat yourself on the back for finding an error and be glad you’re not the only one who makes mistakes sometimes … xoxox
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