These three simple words, like many three-word phrases, hold a lot of weight and a lot of confusion.
I wrote the title of this post as a sort of internal joke to myself; I genuinely didn’t know what I wanted to write about. But, as is nearly always the case, my mind has drummed up something for the captivated masses.
All five of you.
A few days ago, I had a short but pleasant conversation with an old high school friend who now lives across the country. I haven’t seen this friend in many years, and it was great to hear from her and get a glimpse into her current life.
I asked if she’d kept in touch with any other people we knew from school, to which she replied with, “One or two.”
And it’s kind of weird, once you think about it.
Whoa, two posts about exercise? Weird. But while we’re on the topic, why not?
As mentioned in my previous post, I’ve started taking my exercise routine seriously. And part of this is attributed to me shrugging off the awkwardness that inevitably ensues when you’re flailing about your room, sweating buckets and panting heavily.
Rather, I had to shrug off the idea that I couldn’t comfortably exercise in my own house because other people would see me, or walk in on me, or generally be an inconvenience to me (and I to them).
I am learning how to own my own space.