I’m sitting outside the Y waiting for my 2pm training appointment and feeling off. I don’t have a particular reason to feel bad today, although my run last night was abysmal. I don’t think that’s what has me troubled.
I want out of my skin, though. Which is silly since I would best describe my feeling as discomfort. Discomfort with being me, but not some overwhelming angst or sadness.
It’s times like this that make me wish for a mood switch to fix it. Or just a nice corner to hole up in.