I've been exercising a lot more than usual, lately. It's felt good and has had the secondary benefit of stabilizing my mood. This should be a wonderful thing, but I've found that in this middle space of not good/not bad, I feel a little restless.
I wonder if I am so used to feeling stressed or joyful that I cannot enjoy contentment for what it is - rest. In so many ways, I crave rest, but when I find it, I resist it.
I'm a contrary creature.
Friday, January 28, 2005
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