Overwhelmed

So wake me up when it's all over  

When I'm wiser and I'm older 

All this time I was finding myself 

And I didn't know I was lost 

I tried carrying the weight of the world 

But I only have two hands

 -- Avicil, Wake Me Up

The wonderful thing about a bubble is that if you are inside it, when things get bumpy, you come up along the edge and it softens the blow. Even if the bubble is invisible and you forget that it's there.

Especially when you forget that it's there.

ORN: 5 miles done, right after work, in the 'hood around campus. Hella hilly, cold and brisk, but exactly what I needed. Slower than usual, but tonight's run was therapy in oh so many ways.