Annie Mueller

I ran 4 miles in ~42 minutes this morning which felt really, really good. I started running in May and my goal for the end of August was 3 miles. It’s fun to meet (and pass) a goal before my target deadline (doesn’t happen often).

These days, I’m singing all the love songs to myself

“We have helped one another, but we could never do for each other what we must do for ourselves. And today I am recognizing the truth in each love song as I sing it to myself.”

All of us in this moment

“I’m floored to be alive in these moments, to have the smallest bit of awareness that I am here. I am now. I am just as much the instigator, the designer and creator and responsible party, as any other being or element of this moment. There is hope in this responsibility and transience.”

Community expands to fill the space we give it:

“But meeting people—and liking people—is not the same as feeling connected to people. And feeling connected to people is not quite the same as living in community. Connections, while meaningful, can be brief, situational. They can come and go. Community, on the other hand, is a daily thing.”

This this this this this:

“Joy is not too strong a term for the emotion that overthrew the prevailing grumpiness. Those marshy messengers of spring transformed the simple statement that had been this run into a compound sentence. But the cool thing was, the sentence wasn’t “This sucks, but it’s glorious.” Nope. The sentence was “This sucks, and it’s glorious.” It’s a crucial distinction because it emphasizes that the two feelings are bound together. That it’s not glorious in spite of; it’s glorious along with. That this particular thing only happens when you combine the two in this way.”

When it sucks. And it’s glorious.

What do we need to live?

Don’t start with goals; start with clarity

ITEMS FOR A DAILY LOG, SUMMERTIME IN PUERTO RICO EDITION:
+number of mosquitoes slapped
+number of mosquito bites accumulated
+number of times I say, “it’s hot.”
+ounces of sweat collected
+degree of sunburn
+% of humidity
+number of times I say, “Ayyyyyyyyy dios mio!” while fanning myself
+how long it takes to cook a pincho on the sidewalk
+number of times I try to put my entire head in the freezer

Fascinating idea. Could it be that too few “real” fears lead to a plethora of vague anxieties? Here’s the article.

“Savor the beginnings. …part of me misses the excitement of starting something ‘brand new’ and putting it out there. …there are a lot of things to savor now that things are far less bumpy, but there is something special about beginnings. If that’s where you’re at, make sure you savor yours.”

–Donna Kozik

Termite nest on flamboyán tree

I’ve been embarrassing my kids publicly for years and these green glasses are 👌🙌💯💯. Life’s good.

Morning run

Here’s a good read on what’s happening in Puerto Rico right now

I found the street sign version of every project’s filename evolvement.

They’re all on a roof but only one of them can fly, apparently.

It’s not about the hustle. It’s about the flow.

Skies.

Does anybody have the problem where micro.blog does not automatically renew? Every month I end up seeing that it’s expired and have to re-enter my card info. It’s okay but that auto-renewal would be great.