almost out of mirkwood

Spent money today on fuel, and on the diagnostic work done by the dealership.

Lost time going to pick up the van, but still got some good math and music done. Meditation and exercise.

I was bordering on feeling really good today, but kept having very mild echoes of the kind of internal, self-denying twitches that used to dominate my days. Being on the edge of feeling really good is a special kind of painful. Since I was an adolescent, I’ve feared always being close enough to see it, but never making it there. Like a speck on an otherwise clean mirror. Like being almost out of Mirkwood. Not turning aside now.

Gotta keep pushing that boulder.