movement

I had a hard time waking up this morning. Part of it was that we'd stayed up until after midnight all weekend to spend time with Kari and Brian, but this was a to-the-bone tired that it is usually an energetic thing. So I honored it by going to bed at 9, dragging out of bed at 7:30 - not a math major, but that's 10 1/2 hours of sleep, and I could crawl back again. What's shifting? Part of it is our imbedded ideas of how we think our lives should look. I know I have specific ideas about what should go on in my life, and with the people I'm with. I've probably backed them into a corner, and see them in certain ways. Kari is the _____ one, Erik is the _____ one, Steve is always ________, and on. So I'm rolling my shoulders (they are stiff as well) and thinking about how I see all of the people who are in my life. Have I narrowed my vision of who they are and who they could be? Am I giving them the benefit of the doubt? Am I encouraging them to grow and change? Heck, and I doing that for myself? I don't know the answers to any of these questions today, but it's a perfect morning to ponder all of this, before I strap on my sneakers and start my half-marathon training. I'm even keeping a training log (how cool is that? As cool as North Dakota weather).

Steve is traveling all week, speaking at the local conventions around the state. His speech is killer, and I can feel his energy - it will be great when he's PSC. North Dakota is getting a great guy, and I should know. I can't wait for this weekend, and the Celebration of Women and Their Music. Mags is spending the weekend, and we're going to the show on Saturday. Deb does such a great job - it's the 11th year - hard to believe that Kari and I went the second year, and she was just a little girl (um, math time again - 11 years old). Time is just so... fleeting. What a day what a week what a life.