Whenever the summer weather starts to move through the mountains I get this twinge in my heart to pack my bags and leave. Find a different town; maybe a small café in the heat of Kansas, or an antique bookstore in Montana, and a little white country house I can call my own.
If I were not married (or he would actually come with), if I did not have a job, if I had the funds to do it … maybe I would.
This morning I woke up with an existential fog in my heart. But all that came out were questions.
I mean, what are we doing? Why are we here?
As I drove to my day job (yay essential workers) I looked at these mountains that once sparked desire and excitement in my heart, and all I saw was old news.
I used to think that running away — leaving pieces of me behind to start over fresh — was a way of avoiding my mistakes and all the embarrassing things I’ve ever done.
But now I see that running away is not always running away. Sometimes, this wanderlust inside our souls is an intrinsic desire to run towards.
The difference is invigorating.
And I guess my question for you is, what are you running away from? And what are you running towards?
♡ Maggie Ann