Day 3,727—The Week is not Over Yet—

I figured I would run for about an hour starting at 6:30 before everyone else got up. I looked outside, and it was raining, and I saw some lightning. Then my daughter came downstairs, and I realized that every morning she probably comes to the bedroom, and if I am not there she goes downstairs.

 

Everything happens slower when you’re a kid. I try to remember what it was like when a week of summer camp was an eternity and every good and bad thing that happened always seemed exaggerated. I would get so excited about the simplest things and, most of the time was happy despite the results. Everything was so new and vibrant. Even going to the park could be the best day ever, but I could also get devastated about the simplest things. Usually, somebody said or did something that made me feel small, and I thought they were laughing at me. I asked my daughter what she wanted to do, and she said she wanted to go to the movies and play the games there. 

I bought the tickets on my phone, went for a quick run, and then took her to the theater. I want to say today has been easy. In fact, it took me most of the day to write this, but it has been a good day. And I can keep running tomorrow. The week isn’t over yet. I still have time to make this my longest week ever!