To Run, or Not ?

DAY 15: If I Could Run Away, Where Would I Go?

Strange question. 

Different situations call for different destinations. 

I already posted about my dream destinations.

But. As usual. Something That happened today took my ideas down a different path.

To be honest, sometimes I do run away. 

I think I run away every day.

And if I don’t, I probably should. 

Maybe running away is talking about the little things I do every day to survive, to be joyful.

Today I ran away with a child and a dog. We hid in the hollow created by snowdrifts around a pond, where no one could see us. We marvelled at the neon pink and ice blue sunset as it faded into twilight, felt the wind, warmish today, on our faces, and watched several bull moose wander through distant trees. No people, no devices, just nature and us. That’s what I call running away. 

An evening spent outside with a blazing fire, or a long walk in a snowy starry night are some of our every day versions of running away, running away from the house, from the tow truck that rules our every moment, from the devices that want to steal our now. 

Writing is a rejuvenating for me, as is reading. When I worked every day, I used to wind down by spending an hour or two cooking or baking. Like a lot of other people, stopping to smell the roses (or more likely my mint plants💚), taking a moment to peek at the sunrise on these long dark mornings, hugging my husband or one of the kiddies that always seem to be around, or reading the verse my Bible app sends me every day can be a momentary break from life.

Even though I already have this all written, the question is still haunting me.

Running away? 

Far away?

What would I be running from?

This part I don’t understand.

My life? 

No. 

I love my life. 

It’s not perfect and not everything happens like it want it to.

But it’s mine, and mostly it is the way it is because of choices I’ve made.

Maybe the thing I’d want to escape most is myself. 

Many wise people have noted that one takes oneself everywhere one goes. 

Truer words blah blah. 

Maybe I won’t run away.