On my morning run, I tripped and scraped my knees and hands. I was more concerned about what my neighbors might’ve seen than my physical pain, so instead of getting back up immediately, I flipped over and pretended to untie and retie my shoelaces. I thought that if we ignored the thud to the ground, nothing would’ve been out of place. A hundred thoughts per minute went through my mind, like “should I continue my run?” and “did anyone see that?”
In the end, I rinsed with a hose then continued my mile.
I can’t help but believe that there’s an equilibrium of both good and bad– because this past month has been rough for me: from failing my chemistry midterm to broken sleeps and my new scars. March felt like if you were to walk on LEGOs without socks on (on accident, but on purpose). The million-dollar question now is if my March was paying a debt or financing an interest.
I haven’t been keeping up with my emails or my research, and I took a step back from activism work. I spent an unhealthy chunk of my time binging Manifest and Solar Opposites. The good news is that summer is just a couple months away, but in the meantime, hopefully, April will be better.
