I feel so much, & it’s been tough ❤️.
Sometimes it’s hard to focus. I keep finding my mind wandering to thoughts of my ‘Rio life,’ playing out almost like a movie in my head as I relive moments, scenes and daily routines. ✨ There I am covered in dirt and sweat, sitting in the shade of my usual spot at Aterro do Flamengo, watching the planes land and waiting the big wave they usher in… ✨ My heart is beating rhythmically fast as I run down the brick red bike path approaching the bend, I take that necessary extra-long stride to avoid the big crack in the cement, just before I cross the crunchy dried up grass patch to meet the sand of Praia de Botafogo… ✨ I am in an XL cotton cut off, leaning out the bedroom window of my 8th floor apartment with my face to the ocean in the night time wind, I'm in awe of the universe and everything around me, pondering my existence, wondering my purpose… and I really feel it, my movements, my breath, my heartbeat, the sounds and everything going on around me, it’s all happening… and then I come back. Just like that. I realize I am somewhere else entirely, staring off into space, completely in my own world, a world that exists now only within my mind and memories. "But it was real, it’s still real… and it’s all still there, but you're here, you are here," I remind myself. "It’s just different now; it’s all so different." I reach for my necklace and close my eyes. Just breathe. --a #sweatsavvysisters