Somedays– at least 3 times before breakfast — I question my sanity. Take this morning for example:
It’s a holiday in Louisiana (Mardi Gras), but my alarm went off at 5:01 am. (Am I crazy?)
I got up, drank a glass of water mixed with collagen powder (tastes like fingernails, in case you’re curious) made the bed, and checked the weather. Windchill of 26. Sunday morning, it was 76.
Took out the trash and met my friend, Stevie at 5:30 for a walk. (Are we crazy?)
Layered in all the warm clothes I own, ear muffs on over the wool cap, we navigated the dark and muddy path with our special running flashlights that have a blinking safety light in the back of the handle (safety conscious = not crazy, right?).
We watched the sun rise over the lake, heard the bells ring at 6, and knew by our location that we’d kept up a good pace. When we made it back to the parking lot, our cheeks were flushed, noses were cold, but our muscles and our hearts were warm. (Not so crazy now).
I couldn’t have finished this PhD program without the support of my family and friends. It takes a village to raise it’s idiot, and I’m grateful.
And maybe just a little crazy. Un peu.