I’ve been trying to come up with a clever saying about this for 5 minutes. I keep coming back to W.T.F.
I was angry, so I went for a run. And things got better.
I was confused, so I went for a run. And things got better.
I was exhausted, so I went for a run. And things got better.
I was lost, unsure, empty, afraid. Certain that whatever was left of my sanity had snapped, had come untethered and floated away, to a place so high and remote that I would never see it again, and that even if I did, I wouldn’t recognize it.
So I went for a run. And things got better.
I felt like things could not possibly get worse, so I went for a run. And things got better.
(Another time, I felt like things could not get much better. I went for a run. Things got much better.)
After enough miles, over enough runs and enough years, I realized: No matter what, no matter when, or where, or why, I can find my shoes and go for a run and things will get better.
And that realization? Just knowing that?
It made things better.
-Mark Remy, Runners World (via justkeepbreathing831)
Yes to all of this.
A glass of rose wine, bananagrams with Roger the dog, and Fleetwood Mac on in the background. It doesn’t get much better than this. #dogs
Happy Mother’s Day to my mom! She’s given me so much in life and I, in turn, will continue to give her fashion advice from 3,000 miles away.
I think it’s true that here in the US, every year the culture gets more and more hostile — and I don’t mean hostile like angry — just, it becomes more and more difficult to ask people to read, or to look at a piece of art for an hour, or to listen, to listen to a piece of music that’s complicated and that takes work to understand, because — well, there are a lot of reasons — but, particularly now in the computer and internet culture everything’s so fast, and the faster things go the more we feed that part of ourselves but don’t feed the part of ourselves that likes, that likes quiet, that can live in quiet, you know, that can live without any kind of stimulation.
- David Foster Wallace
3. Nothing fills you with more rage than getting on a crowded subway car and suddenly hearing, “It’s showtime!”
When this happens, I become the WORST version of myself.
I can personally vouch for #s: 3, 5, 6 (oh, 6!), 12, 13, 15, 17, 19, & 20.
No wonder I moved away.
Obligatory blog add because it’s Talib + Busta Rhymes as produced by RZA…a.k.a. pure gold.