A paparazzo once jumped out of a car and started running backward with me. I slowed down out of courtesy because she started drifting into the street. I reached out my hand and moved her back so she didn't get hit by a bus.
I think I've begun to take for granted how easily information can swirl around me.
A perfect run has nothing to do with distance. It's when your stride feels comfortable.
I'm much more prone to feeling down a lot. I just feel sluggish and unmotivated.
I think that I have a seriousness of purpose, a lot of support, and a healthy amount of good fortune.
I don't like scary movies.
