so i asked my sister if she wanted to train for the sf marathon with me. she declined, and then she told me that sometimes, i dream too big.
here, i thought that setting an actual goal for myself was a good thing. it's attainable and there are sure to be other benefits along the way.
a part of me got defensive and tried to justify why i have my eyes set on the marathon, and then i stopped myself, walked into the next room, and went back to doing my work. i felt defeated. sad. alone.
i've been having a lot of these moments with myself lately. i'm not really sure i know what i need right now, so it makes seeking some kind of consolation hard. sigh.
all other issues can take a number. let me just get through this project and allow my foot to heal and i bet things will turn around again.