Something, something - it's a marathon, not a sprint.

TBH, I suck at running, so both options above sound like rather unfortunate events, and frankly, the marathon sounds much more grueling... like sheesh we have to do this for a whole metaphorical 26+ miles??

That aside, I am writing today to wax poetic about the journey. (And if you thought that may have been a nod towards Karate Kid's "Wax on, wax off" then we are very much so on the same wavelength.)

I would define my 20s as a string of hard and (if I were lucky) fast failures - mostly because I would do things for the entirely wrong reasons and think that I would somehow just "deal with it," as if I were staying up late for just one deadline this one time.

Except it's never just one deadline but instead, a series of unending deadlines, thrust into life by work, family, society, and basically anything and anyone I would listen to just so that I can steadfastly carry those anxieties along with me.

But college Anna reminded me to live like I'm traveling budget and to dump the baggage. (Kidding.)

Stream of consciousness is petering out...

tl;dr: I'm having fun walking the marathon.