A lot of the same things come back. They come back even though you’re convinced that you’ve got it figured out. You think you’ll continue to smile, laugh, run… You know “live life to the fullest” when you hit a wall. For some reason, some days are just not worth it. You just don’t have it in you to push, fight or breathe. When I woke up today, I was part of a group of individuals that spent time running and being conscious of a life threatening illness. They ran and smiled. They cheered eachother on. It felt great. Now I’m on a couch, in the dark, feeling ok-so-so, not-so-much and blazé.

Here’s to having a consistent tomorrow.