The Wanderer

The man, after what felt like forever, stopped.

His breath heavy, his pulse hard

hands finding knees for comfort.

As he looks down he closes his eyes,

makeshift stars coming in and out of existence.

His eyes flutter open, greeted by a flower,

nestled in the dirt between his feet.

A butterfly gently flaps her wings, taking solace in

the seed of its vibrant fruit.

His body overheating, water begins to escape, running towards the surface.

Once they get there, they run faster, further down the man’s face until,

like icarus,

they fall.

Sweat breaks the peace, wings flap amongst the miniscule chaos.

And the butterfly flies to another flower.

The man closes his eyes once more,

breaths deeply,

and begins to run again.

“For if birds can fly,

Maybe so can I”

Was feeling creative today so thought I’d give y’all a little poem. Don’t ask me what its about cause even I don’t know. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and all that. I’m writing this blog, as always, in the airport lounge. This time I’m in Minneapolis for a new project which has been great. Life has been treating me well lately. I’ve been finally getting some recognition at work, which might lead to new opportunities in the future. I’ve found a comfortable balance with work now, enjoying the day to day more and more as time goes by. The time outside of work has been more rewarding as well. I’ve found a good routine and balance between working hard and enjoying myself. Every week I get into the groove of things, working out consistently, putting my all into work, and reading/writing. And then every weekend I get to unwind, play video games, and spend time with my friends and loved ones. After the chaos of the past few weeks, things seem to be slowing down, and I’m beginning to find rhythm.

This week was a good one. I was pretty much the only person traveling on my project this week, so I had some freedom to run things my way. I still had a lot of work to do, I spent most of the week yapping away in meetings and running around the factory. As much as I love talking (if this blog is not a representation of my yappability idk what is) it was tiring, and I found myself exhausted by the end of it all. Every day I’d get back to my hotel and lay down, with no motivation whatsoever to get a workout in. And every day I’d force myself to get at least some form of workout in. I ran one day, just a mile but still felt good, biked another day (this hotel had a peloton!) and did chest another. And with every workout, I found that the second I actually got into the gym and started, my energy would spike back up, the music would begin to bump, and I would push myself to get a great workout. The hardest part was actually getting there. It’s not a new struggle by any means, I think that laziness is found in most if not all of us. Some day’s you just can’t. But I don’t know, it was like this voice inside of me saying “if you don’t do this you’ll just feel worse.” The more I listen to that voice, the better I feel, and the stronger I get. And that voice is just getting louder and louder. Maybe so will I.

** Hey all! Thanks for reading another blog post. It means a lot to me that there are people who actually read this. A side note, I get all my pictures for the blog from pinterest, but if you create art and want to showcase it, send it over and I’ll include it in the next post! Love y’all, see you next time!**