Crazy, perfect diamond

Highway driving makes me insane.  There are three behaviors that I do not understand – driving in the left lane if you’re not passing, not turning your lights completely on during the rain and using your brakes repeatedly.  Insane, I tell you!

Last night’s run was perfect.  Of course, my simple definition of perfect* is: more than I expect.   It was longer, slower, more of my favorite songs played as I listened to a long ignored playlist.  I repeatedly had to remind myself that the focus was distance, not time.  Slow down and breath.  It was great.

You know how people talk about meeting their soulmate? Their other half?  Is there such a thing as “soulmate” or a person who absolutely fills each and every void we possess?  By the way, I don’t think they’re the same thing, and one of them seems a bit more plausible to me, but I’m not subscribing to this set of expectations.  I think that the right person, for me, is the one who will make me shine, who will polish what’s already present with attention and love.  And this seems not only more realistic, but more desirable, to me.

*Did I mention I have high expectations – myself included?