I ran this morning for the first time in a while. I woke up very restless and had the sudden urge. This feeling reminded me of what I felt about two years ago, when I first moved back into the area. I felt constantly restless and indecisive about the status of my life. I found it terribly difficult to find any sense of comfort with who I was, and running really helped. As Lacan would say, it helped anchor the sliding signifiers and establish objective meaning. In specifically what it helped me find meaning is not important, but what matters is I was able to feel a sense of meaning in general. When doing something purely physical, there is no right or wrong, only the act itself. Now that I consider it, running was my form of yoga (in the being in the moment through physical activity sense, not the yuppie-exercise sense).
The decision letters cannot come fast enough.
The decision letters cannot come fast enough.