Mirage

So yesterday I wanted to post but I was just nonstop busy all day.  It makes the day pass by quicker, but man... I had the entry all written in my head, just needed to get it in Blogger.  It just never happened.  The story isn't so good in my head right now, but the point is, so here goes, and sorry if this isn't a thrilling post.

After a good 2-hour run the night before, sleep came easy and it came hard. I slept until 8:20 (I'm usually up a little before 6 and I have to be at work by 9 am).

Yesterday I woke up a little dehydrated, a little disoriented.  The sun was coming in my apartment at an angle I don't normally get to see. There was gunk in my eyes.  Sometime in the middle of waking up and sorting out the dehydration, the disorientation, the gunk and the sun, I saw myself in the mirror out of the corner of my eyes.

It seemed like it was not me being reflected -- it was some other woman with shoulders back and head high.  I knew it was me. It had to have been me.  But I'm finding that each day on this journey I have to reacquaint myself with my body, with my reflection.  It's not vanity, but it's getting to know someone I've never seen before.  There's all the nervousness and trepidation of a first meeting, and yet in an instant, I feel like I have known her all my life.

For getting through this rambly entry, you are rewarded with a picture of what I was doing today...


Her name is Platypus.  She's deaf in one ear (we think) and she will be available to adopt sometime soon at the Washington Animal Rescue League.  I know, I know. Volunteering has little-to-no rewards... I mean, other than getting your face licked...