There are mornings where I wake and those sketchy, negative thoughts and worries immediately start pouring in. Do you ever open up your puffy, heavy eyes and think “oh shit. Really?” It can feel like people burying you with dirt. I’m not a morning person by any stretch, but I’ve needed to make considerable effort in not taking that shit from my brain as I wake up. I almost typed regain consciousness, which really isn’t accurate.
We need to spend a little time reconnecting and rebooting each morning. I think of it as finding my self. You can call it your higher self, or your connection, or your inner-unicorn (which I know is what MFDC calls it). Many mornings lately I’ve literally NEEDED to run a 4-mile round trip through some trails, with some sort of breathing or meditation thrown in there. This has been crucial to the unforeseen (and profound) growth I’ve needed to experience lately. At some point, I hope to fill you in a little more on that, for no other reason that part of me needs to demonstrate that This Life Stuff isn’t easy for anyone. The last 3 weeks have felt like someone handed me the unitard Hulk Hogan wore in Rocky III and said “KC, we’re going to need you to fill this out.” Again, I hope to elaborate more fully in the near future.
So how else can you possibly manage extreme growth spurts without reconnecting to your self, your goals, whatever it is you’re trying to create? I’ve reached my highest levels of clarity out on those trails, on the bridge above the river, listening to the seasons and crazy shit drifting through. My 2 miles back to the car are infinitely more connected and carefree than the first 2, when I’m still shaking those negative turd thoughts like a deer outruns the flies. At some critical point, when you push yourself to make it to church (religion completely optional), once you actually plug in you break the inertia. Your troubles and worries can’t follow you here. Your vibe is just too high. And it’s not about how long you can retain it, because it’s not supposed to be permanent. You need to get back out into clarifying what the hell it is that you want.
In the past couple weeks, there have been mornings where I hit the trail feeling like a tightly wound ball of worry, and returned feeling like some sort of Amazon Warrior. Clear, happy, gliding, vital and alive. A big ass wacky grin on my grill as I sprint the last 1/2 mile.
Always, always, ALWAYS :: Eager to get back once I find myself. Like I’m excited to reintroduce myself to the world around me, because I’m sure as shit that nobody needs the grumpy old troll I wake up as. 
This year is somehow exploding to a close, and as it winds down it continues to speed up. All it means is that we need that much more balance, introspection, and solace. Anyone interested in making THAT a gift to ourselves this year?
