Shitty sleep last night. Awful. Dog issues, restlessness, etc. Really reaching the point of being a serious issue. Going to try and revisit and practice more focused routines at the end of the day, including tech-off, reading or meditation, maybe tea. Work was OK but another day of whacking moles. Realized I had running shoes available through a pair I bought Tommy and he didn't want, tried them on, did a modest job and wore them all day. I think they'll work well for my plan to start doing some am and/or pm running. Just local, around the block, nothing significant beyond maybe working up to 1 mile a day. No dog, either, and likely no airpods or watch or devices for music. In my running days I never did that, and I want the freedom, the mental space, and the opportunity to not be distracted by anything other than just running and being in the moment as I did before. I don't care how fast or what measure of distance, really, just working up to 3 laps around the block is enough, it's a bit over 1 mile. Fuck the data, fuck running songs, fuck speed. I just want the simple exercise and that's all. Same as it was in the late 80's. Erin came to see her mom while in town, which I think Jen really needed. I stayed clear for many reasons not worth exploring here, but I'm glad she came. It made me wonder how my own kids will fare in the years to come. So many unknowns, so many desires for their happiness and opportunities, for them to have successful paths within reach, yet knowing too that in some instances they'll potentially have other plans. Parenting is hard and I now know the origin of the "... lead a horse to water..." saying. Either way I'll stay optimistic and realistic.
Goal: short AM solo jog.
Anticipation: Trying some delta approaches for insomnia
Read/Listened to Ishmael.
Accomplishments: Meditation Walking Mindfulness
