Of Pressure and Weight

I stepped on a scale and the numbers appeared, "180.1." I was wearing boots and clothes. It is harder to walk and climb, like I did up that hillside yesterday, when I'm wearing boots. Though admittedly it would have been much worse to be barefoor in the 20 odd degree cold while climbing so the weight is a welcome thing.

A debt of money that is over my head reads five digits. I've paid many people and organizations for things and services that I didn't need. It is harder to go places and do the things I want, like fly across the country and be with ones I love. But of course, to have debt is to have freedom in the present and the pressure I feel in my chest, is just a small thing.