Day 3232 —Door on the Ground—

 I feel guilty when I don’t spend enough time running and writing and I feel guilty when I do. I feel guilty for doing what I love, and I feel guilty when I do something for someone else. I know I don’t always feel like this, so I am just noticing and trying not to assume there is a reason. I did think this image of the door on the ground was an odd way to start the morning. Is it possibly a sign? Should I be approaching closed doors on the ground metaphorically?