Some days, we just feel like running….far and fast.
As if that could somehow escape us from the work ahead.
The work within.
We have the choice, but running is not as easy as it seems.
It gets old, and tiresome. The sun no longer warms our backs.
And in running, we deny our light. The trueness of who we are.
The trueness found within.
What trueness are you tempted to run from today?