Haiku fun time

inertia billows
all around me; deep river of
quicksand in the couch


I think I remember this from last year. At the end of school, I'm like a person coming off a crash diet, except instead of food, I overdo it with time, since that's the thing I've been so starved for. Now that my schedule is about to be wide open, my momentum has completely shut down. But I have a bunch of things I want to do:

• clean the kitchen
• sort out clean clothes in spare bedroom and put them in a real place
• exercise.
• decide on type of exercise: solve dance dilemma
  
• work on piano piece
• finish four books I'm currently reading
• buy ink cartridge to print and mail Aspen application to meet with random agent
• mail said application
• cook dinner

Oh, yeah, and

• write 25 page short story

I'm playing the kid game, sticking my head in the sand. I know better than this. I'm going to go for a walk and clean the kitchen and see where it goes from there. If I don't get to my story, I've at least got five more days to whip that 15 pages of messy unfinished scenes into shape, right?

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There's something about the sensation when I'm on a walk, when I hit about 20 minutes of brisk walking, where my feet hitting the ground feels really good. The first 10 are full of side cramps and stiffness, but anything after 20 is good. Noted.

thoughts on a wheel stuck
sweat it off, slow and gentle
open fog calmness