Theme Thursday = Equal

I like the rhythm my footsteps get into when I'm walking around the hills where I live. Particularly downhill.
I often skip, or just throw in a few more arm movements and bounce a little more when no one is around.
Perhaps this is one of the reasons I prefer walking at night.
And the stars.
The stars are gorgeous.
As I walked up the hill tonight I just spent most of my time looking up.
It's little things like this that seem to make all the difference to your day.
And equally something little, like your paranoia causing you to misread and misinterpret, can ruin your entire mood.

My P.E. teacher told me today that it's not how you act that makes you who you are, but how you react.
Wise words, I believe.

There is a lot running round in my little mind these days, and a lot of subconscious stress.
I had a moment of pure terror in the middle of the night last week.
Two in the morning or so, lying down, and I suddenly wondered if I was losing it.
Then I wondered if because I thought I was going insane, that if that meant I wasn't going insane.
Or perhaps I had lost it.
I can't remember where I'm going with any of this.

Last night I dreamed.
I dreamed that you missed me again.
I dreamed that you told other people how much you wanted to see me again.
And then I woke up and remembered that dreams are not equal with reality.
And in my semi-conscious state I thought of everything I would do differently if I had the chance to do it all over again.