I’ve spent a good bit talking about feelings, lately, which is weird because I don’t like to talk about my feelings all that much. I do it, but I don’t like it. Yet I’ve never had a problem talking about enjoying something, nor about why I enjoy it.
Yesterday, in between sets with my kettlebell, I picked up my sledgehammer and had a little fun, and I don’t mind talking about why at all.
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