I’ve made multiple attempts at blogging lately, with every attempt ending in failure. I feel it, I try and write it, I lose motivation. That’s the problem with having a peanut heart. It takes a while to crack, but once you’re in, there’s no turning back.
This move has filled me with a million different emotions, some of which I’d rather not feel ever again. Add new stressors with the daily stressors of life, and you’ve got a loose cannon on your hands. Mix in a bunch of rain, no bike riding, and lack of human contact…and BOOM. The cannon simply blows up.
Not sure where to go from here. I guess I can do nothing more than take one day at a time. I got back on my bike yesterday and pedaled my guts out for 1.5 hours…and it felt good. Problem is, I can’t be on my bike 100% of my day, so I have to find a better way to manage my stress.
Insert random, last minute crit race here. This weekend. Should be interesting.
Hello, my name is Megan, and I overreact….a lot. I’m passionate. I’m feisty. I’m stubborn. I’m tough on the outside, super soft and sensitive on the inside. I don’t like it, but I’m stuck with it. My little peanut heart.
Good thing I like peanut butter.