I was able to get up and work out again, early. I have had my nose stuck in a book during any free time. But I still feel a bit twitchy. I am stuck in a strange place. I am not sure if I am moving or standing still. Its like I am on a train, and I am looking out the window and I can see the train next to me rushing by. But I can’t tell which of us is really moving. I could be on the one picking up speed and getting out of here, or I could be watching life passing me by and leaving me behind while I watch, helpless to change my situation.
Yesterday I ate well, I meditated, I wrote, I read, I worked out a little.
Today I will do more of the same.
Maybe tonight I will look up and realize I am the one moving and I will be able to see beautiful countryside flying by my window.
