I know I'm supposed to post my workouts today. But with everything that has gone on this past week, it seems so silly. Who in the freaking world cares about my workouts? What is the point of posting this blog when so much horrible shit happens in the world?
Last night I was scrolling through Twitter and saw pictures of Syrian refugees. Babies with frostbite. Terrified people. HUMAN FUCKING BEINGS. And I just wept for a really long time.
It's not fair. It's not fair that some of us have so much and others have so little. It's not fair that I get to sit here in my warm house with a full belly while there are so many people that are literally fighting for their lives.
I just feel like I need to tell you... I know all this fluffy stuff I post is meaningless. When I think about all the struggles people face, writing a stupid blog seems so shallow. This isn't the first time I thought this, but I guess it's the first time I am straight up telling you my feelings.
I really just wanted to to know that. I know things aren't good. I know this blog is frivolous. And I know we all need frivolous things in our lives.
How lucky we are that we have time for frivolous things.