I’ve been down for the count with a broken ankle these past three months. But I’m back on the road again. Running. And I can feel my soul opening up. I can feel the land and the sky and the rain as if they were part of me. I’m alive.
This season, I’ve learned a lot about myself. And I’ve relearned some old lessons. It’s that old spiral staircase: Coming back to the same thing again and again. I think I should know better, but clearly I do not. It’s that all or nothing stuff I know so well. Without the running, everything else goes to hell in a hand basket. My self-care routine drys up. I work too much; eat too much. I cling to comfort. I turn inward. I get small. I close up. My confidence dims, and my magic.
It’s time for another adventure. It’s time to take on a big, hairy, audacious goal. Something grand, and beautiful, and worthy of enormous effort. I can feel the call.
How about you?
