So I came to the realization that running is only just that, ‘running’. However when walking, I can see so much more. I can see the sun as it hovers over the earth, and how the colors change and make everything come alive. I can nearly count leaves on trees, and count trees, and the bushes around them. I can see how the clouds take shape and become something else, only to turn back into a shapeless shape.
So what I am running from has nothing to do with running away from something – rather it is the illusion that something is better elsewhere. It is the lie I tell myself when things get rough, and I am too selfish to commit. I once had a great friend tell me: “You run from commitment”. Understand, this friend knows me well. I was bothered by those words and weighed them carefully.
Why should I run toward things or people that wish to dismiss my efforts? Why should I run towards those whom don’t? I’ve known for quite some time, that if I run, my tail eventually slaps me in the face! It hurts: It’s a whipping of sorts that calls for all the drama and sound effects in a bad movie.
So, my first step is to face myself. In understanding that at the moment, there is nothing to run from, or run toward, I can relax and just keep walking… now where are those great Sketcher walking shoes I am in heaven in, when I walk the solid earth beneath my feet?