Hmmm…Realization: Once upon a time I was able to let go and just be “lost in the fun”. Of course it helped to have friends (a special one in particular) to make those fun moments and really not care what anyone else thought. That was cool. And then, somewhere along the line that perception disappeared; the perception that life could be just a big ball of fun and inhibitions were released. I mean, I know it was like that before the age of 2 or 3, but I remember feeling that very strongly as a teenager as well. Then suddenly I was running from imperfection. I had to please everybody (EV-ER-Y-BO-DY!!) I wonder when that all began? And when did I actually start to run a marathon? I’m tired of running. I think it’s time to stop running and you know, enjoy life again. I think I’ll dance instead.