it’s getting harder.  there are so many excuses; so many reasons to just call it quits like i have so many other times.  time, weather, physical pain, outrageously unrealistic expectations…there are so many reasons.  not good reasons, just reasons.  the amount of time i have in the day continues to lessen as the days grow shorter and winter approaches.  in 90 degree heat it’s silly to imagine the blistering cold of winter, but the slight tinge of gold on the leaves of the trees and the darkness that comes more quickly now whispers that it’s coming.  

i’m having trouble with my breathing.  my chest hurts even after a few minutes, and i start coughing and can’t stop.  i don’t know what that’s about.  weird.

i’ll probably edit this later, but for now i’m done rambling.  i wonder if this is something i’ll regret trying to start later…