Running and writing. Two things I haven’t done in awhile. Two things that tend to elicit emotions and change within me. Here I am, doing both after a long period of resisting both. Today, on a long-awaited NO PLANS Saturday, I watched the Baylor basketball game and generally lounged. See, I LOVE the idea of having nothing happening, but once that day comes around, I typically self-destruct. The idea of lazing about is so appealing, but actually kind of makes me feel like crap. Upon scrolling through old photos, I got nostalgic about the Disney Princess Half Marathon, which was this weekend in 2018. I posted an old picture of it on my story. And then deleted. And then dug out those same running shoes and green socks (because I was Tinkerbell, of course), put on my headphones, and broke out the old Couch to 5K training app. Goodness knows how many times I have started that program over the past 10 years. I started my little “run” - if you can call altern...
The last few weeks have been hard and ugly, have they not? I have had to take deep breaths as I watch yet another brave sister say (or whisper) ‘me too.’ The tally is off the charts at this point. I watch so many faces flicker across my phone, even in joyous moments, and remember the time she was, you were, made to feel unsafe and unworthy. T hank you all for your courage. I’ve watched the legitimacy of people and places I love be disparaged and debated. Even celebrating Martin Luther King Jr. yesterday brought tension. Words and actions and ideals of so many appeared incongruent and infuriating. Maybe that's the point though... holidays suggest the word "celebrate," but is that really what we're doing here on the third Monday of ever January? More like mourning. Calling to mind the history that isn't so irrelevant. I have read so many words undermining voices and stories. So many bruised hearts, and bodies for that matter, are questioned ra...