All this quiet is so not me.
I'm fighting my new metabolism and losing. I'm tired. I think I'm feeling 40 about two years early. I'm so, so tired, all the time. I'm struggling with a lot of the normal life stresses that everyone feels: money, parenting, career... and they're all winning.
I'm doing my best to rearrange some things, because as everything stands now, I'm in a long-term losing predicament: financially, emotionally, and ultimately for my health, too. The quiet is because I'm so in the thick of it all that I'm struggling to find anything nice to say.
Each day, I still get up and run. It's a slog, but I see that sunrise and I am grateful to be here, home, alive, running. I see things like this along the way and know that it'll get better. I just need to make some things happen. More on the plans to come.