So this is where your postcards go.
Yesterday I woke up early and went to the gym before work. It felt rude and torturous and I might do it again tomorrow. Tonight I did 5k worth of hills. Did you know we don’t have hills? Did you know I’ve never seen a mountain?
Today I was informed that my hours would be cut. It is really not fine but I know it will be fine. I know it will be fine because I am having the best time accumulating and reading stranger’s love letters. Because on the other wall, the Fox has a show up. Because she made me dinner while I was running miles. Because her stupid face makes me happy. Because I am working hard and making an effort in all areas of my life and it feels good to do that.