My mind never seems to want to be where it is. Sometimes I feel like I’m just holding on to it for dear life. As if one day it might float away into outer space. Envision an old weathered cowboy trying to lasso a wild horse. Some things in life are just futile. It’s the calm in the storm that is my destination. And as if I’m a glutton for punishment, I strangely enjoy pushing myself beyond it’s capacities. Sometimes it’s nice to feel even if it might be distress.