The picture posted is my daughter, M (6), running last week at a local reservation we love to go too. It was 60 degrees in Ohio in February. The day sounded and felt like Spring. This reservation has something called Storybook Trail. Our library puts a children’s book one page at a time along a path on a wooden covered post to encourage reading while being active. The book is usually 15 pages long. M and I look forward to this very much. The books are changed out the first of the month. (Have I mentioned how grateful I am for our community and library? They are always coming up with new ideas to keep the kiddos engaged in reading.)
M was running ahead and I said to her ” Hey you!!! Why are you running away from me!??!” M’s response ” I am not running away from you, I am running towards the next page”. Wow. That simple phrase made me stop, take out my phone to capture this moment. That’s it. Right there. What M said. Running towards the next page.
Being a runner, I love to run TO something. I often run to the lake. The treadmill feels like someone is locking me up in a small room with no windows. To be running and going nowhere is an awful feeling for me. I will brave almost all elements just to avoid the dreadmill. I know this about myself so why do I continue to ” lock myself in a small room with no windows” about things in my past that I need to move on from? Why can’t I just run towards the next page? I have already read that page ( time and time and time again). The words never change. The image is imprinted. Its part of my story.
I am living “running and going nowhere” when I obsessively dwell on events that occurred years ago. No matter how many times I hash it out- think it through- make up different or happier endings, the page will not change. It is set in ink.
And it’s just as it should be. My story is being written with times of sorrow, depression, anger, hate, and innocence. Just as well, my story includes joy, humor, love, happiness and hope.
I will run to the next page with the same excitement, adventure and enthusiasm as M did last Wednesday. Now… if I could just find a pair on pink glittery cowgirl boots in my size….