She knows me well, this Bobbi girl, who to me is like the lost puzzle piece that got left out of the box but that I always manage to find when I’m exactly ready for it.

No matter how long its been since the last time I put the puzzle together it fits effortlessly into its spot every. time.  It’s kinda neat.

Friends like her are impossible to replicate especially now that I am in my mid-thirties.  To even begin to try I would have to meet someone and “get to know them” over the course of the next 28 years.  Our lives have been on the weaving wheel for that long.

Although we began on the same waiting platform we have chosen entirely different paths.  That is what makes us grand.

Our differences make us one complete person almost, okay well sometimes they also make us pull each others hair out, but she often gives me food for thought and I am most grateful for that.

It’s good…to have her..it’s good.

She questioned, posted through Facebook;

I want to be excited.  Tell me your “What gets you excited?”

Hmmm.

Did she mean, that rush that comes with getting or trying something new?

the rush of butterflies in your tummy (like the ones from your first kiss) when your feelings are so intense and so confused on where to go that they all end up tickling your insides?

or like jump up and down yippy excited?

No matter how you look at it, I think she means the stuff that feels so good that it when it fades you’re left feeling a little stale on the inside.

We are 10 days in to a new year, a new slate, blank page, what’s not to be excited about?

…new diets, exercises, motivation that seems remarkable, goals written on paper, foods to try, places to go, opportunity that rocks your world and magical words chosen to inflate us when we start to drift toward the slump of “crap, I don’t wanna”..

Eventually, sadly enough,and a lot sooner then we all wish, the initial rush of excitement always wains.

Then what are you to do?

I find ways to replicate it.

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My, what got you started, is simpler then simple.

Fear.

The day the blood pressure monitor bleeped out 203/117  was the day fear became my motivator.

I never ran the mile in gym class at school.  I always walked it.  In fact, I hated running but after seeing those numbers I was scared enough to make promises I (secretly) didn’t feel capable of  keeping.

After 8 months I completed my first ever 5k race.  It was like discovering a secret super power I never knew I had.

This past June I found myself across the finish line at my 3rd 5k, in the best shape of my LIFE with so much support from family and friends that I felt those butterflies.

Two years later, the initial excitement is still there but it has turned into something else.

Now I get excited because it’s no longer a matter of can I do it but when will I do it?

Lately, my excited comes in all different forms.

What will I get in the mail or eat for dinner or write tomorrow?

What new connections might I make at work on Saturday?

What will I look like or feel like when summer arrives?

What Luna bar will I eat after my run?

Will I travel to Virginia to run my first 10k, with a friend that is my favorite piece of the puzzle?

That’s the primer coat of my life right now.

Possibility.

 

What gets you excited?