I set for myself the goal of running 26 miles this past week.  I finished with 27.

I became determined this week to break out of my own pleasant little prison dream.  A PLPD that my fantasies had fed, wherein, for the last several years, I’ve imagined more than I lived.  I’m resolved now to live more than I ever imagined.

I’ve finally gotten back this week to commenting about on Xanga as a form of adventure.  When I first came to blogging about four and a half years ago, discovering others “in the neighborhood” was the most incredible thing.  Yet over the last couple of years, I’ve cheapened the experience for myself by, more often than not, pushing out posts unidirectionally.  I gave.  My faithful readers took.  But damn it, I’m now on the take again!  (Wait. Does that sound right?!)

I’m now filled with as much positivity as the bumbler bee that’s buzz-buzzing the garden I’m sitting in.  The energy of life-affirming inquisitiveness justifies itself.  The world is abloom.  May no flower go unvisited.