Today I’m thrilled to be sharing more of my #RunningTo back-story at Bedlam Magazine. If you’re not already familiar with them, you need to be. It’s a growing community of beautiful vulnerable people, and I see great things in store for them. Us.
Here’s an excerpt of my article, and just click here for the continuation.
I’ve been driving around the continent for five months now. I packed up my Mitsubishi Galant and abandoned Orange County in June. And now that the leaves are turning orange in Tennessee, it’s hitting me just how long I’ve been on the road.
Everywhere I go, people ask what inspired such a trek. Adventure, I tell them with the arch of my eyebrows. Inspiration. A fresh start.
But I haven’t been entirely truthful. This nomadic life isn’t all peaches and dreams. Somewhere at the start of my journey was a kernel of fear – fear that remains 15,000 miles later.
Among a myriad of admirable reasons, I’m driving across North America because I’m running away from the life I used to have.
Friends fight. Churches split. Life happens. It happens for twenty-somethings like me, and it happens for toddlers and teens and retirees all the same.
Sometimes it makes sense to stay and ride out the storm. Sometimes staying is the “adult” thing to do; sometimes staying is the right thing.
But sometimes staying isn’t right. Sometimes staying only drives you into deeper heartache and decay. Sometimes staying locks you into a dank cell of the inevitable and impossible.
Sometimes staying is foolish.
Read the rest of my post at Bedlam Magazine. Feel free to leave a comment over there about a time you “ran away.” Or if you’ve never run away, what’s stopping you?