Due to summer vacation there's not much left of life as I know it. It's as if a bomb has gone off, blowing all my comforting structures and routines to smithereens. And it's left me stumbling around looking for clues, and most of all: myself.
So the first thing I do every morning is go out for a run.
It never fails: I always manage to find myself somewhere along the road. Then we talk for a while, and we go home together. Ready to face a new day, feeling healthy and strong.