Sometimes, you take a moment to assess life to see if you're still going where you wanted, and if what you wanted has remained a desirable location. Other times it is a moment of self-congratulation, a glory in the moment when you need not move in any direction yet; you are at that pause of breath between endings and beginnings of aspiration. And then yet other times, you look at life because you haven't a clue what the hell is happening. It has nothing to do with what you want, what you aspire to achieve or be. It just happens to be dumping on you like a February blizzard and you can't see past your own nose and there is nothing else to assess but your own sorry ass.
I really think I need to find time to start going to the gym.
