I was excited to see another runner's post about his race/running experience. It rang many little bells in my brain. It's fun to find common feelings and experiences in others you admire. I was thinking about the runner's comment about processing his experience and feeling a bit like he had clutter that had yet to find it's place. Later I ran across an interview Coach Eric gave talking about Boston. I still have such a weird mixed bag of emotions (clutter?) about that day. I still feel guilty that I finished and even more guilty that I am emotional about it. I have no good reason to be emotional...I did not witness the bombing, I did not lose life or limb or endure the emotional trauma of helping these people. I finished, I and my family were fine. They are the ones who have the right to hurt, not me. So, I too have "clutter"--emotions and thoughts about that day that I'm not sure where to put or how to incorporate in "my house"...in me. Without thinking I suggested to the runner he consider thinking of the "clutter" more as "little treasures" that he will find a spot for and love and find fondness in recognizing them with time and experience. Maybe I should take some of my own advice.