"Pinceladas" are brushstrokes in Spanish. I plan to paint a hundred days in a row, a paragraph at a time.
Day 91 ~ Down
The past couple of days I have
noticed getting the blues. A
mixture of low energy, a tendency
to laziness, and a dash of
anxiety. The combo has crept in
slowly but surely, managing to go
unnoticed. But today it has become
evident, and if I don't do
anything, the negative feelings
will settle in me like a virus in
a host. I need to take action. I
remember the lessons I have just
been learning this month. If
something goes wacko in my mind, I
can no longer use my mind to fix
it. But I am a cocktail of
chemicals, and those I can control.
I can go out and walk. Walk fast,
until my body releases the
hormones that will make me feel
better. I can make it happen if
only I bypass the mind, who tells
me I am lazy and I don't feel like
walking. Yes, I can do that. It'd
be foolish to let my mind bring me
down.
Day 100 ~ Completion
This will be my last par...