Moving toward better days | Editor's Note
How to reframe the moment when outlets are limited
Last updated 10/2/2020 at 5:24pm
Now that the skyline looks like a white sheet and breathing is difficult when walking to the mailbox, my outlet is abruptly removed.
I run. If my mindset has moved between stressed to completely unhinged, I do something physical. Running, yoga, walking. With asthma, running is usually not an impressive act. My pace and duration are dependent on the day. I have learned to tolerate an interval run rather than a continuous one.
As smoke has filled the airspace all over the region, I am selfishly and passionately mourning the loss of my run. When the air is clear, I turn to the wisdom of rock...