Pushing

I find myself pushing on to do more things. This morning I got up early, finished a book I was reading, and made a yummy breakfast for the family. Then I went out to lunch with a dear friend in downtown Princeton. 

When I returned home, I did a little house cleaning and started the Herculean task of going through the mountain of clothes that don’t fit me. I ended the day with a grueling bike ride in the high humidity. 

My lungs were seizing and my thighs were burning, but I pushed myself. I don’t know for sure if I’m returning to who I was or if I’m becoming someone new. Either way, I’ll keep pushing.