There was a little girl that liked to play with the baby bear she had found in the forrest. Everyday, rain or shine, she would wander out, find her fuzz ball of love, and pick and eat berries and other fruits with it until nothing more could possibly fit into her tiny stomach. She would then drag her over indulged self home and wait until tomorrow to do it all again.
There was a little bear cub who longed to eat the skinny child that would bother him in the forrest. In an effort to make it worth his time, he spent each day tirelessly working to fatten her up. He would then retire to his den, and pray that tomorrow would be the day she would be worth the energy it would take to eat her.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Waiting
Every day I am reminded that I am waiting . . . for your voice, words, and, at times, touch. It is a reality that I count on to get me through the numbness of the days. I am slightly afraid to be at this place, but thankful that I have it, and you, to give me a purpose.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
March on
I was an athlete once, and if I can say this without my head swelling too much, a damn good one. I let that fade a bit this past year, and it took a toll on me. I forgot that physical activity, and more importantly, competing, keeps me sane, and focuses the rest of my life. Without pushing my body to the breaking point on a fairly regular basis I am a shell of a human. I get bogged down in the everyday minutia that drivers people insane. I was built to push—not human capacity, for there are many out there that can put me to shame, and I am never going to garner a sponsorship—my own limits. I heal at an alarming rate and have an incredible pain threshold. My goal this year is to channel that talent, and get back to the insanity that once defined me.
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