“Wait for me!” I yelled to my small child’s back.
We were walking home from Mimi’s house and she had decided to run. I wanted to run but had a bag, a purse, and pants that wouldn’t stay up.
So I walked, hoping she wouldn’t get hit by a car.
And I thought, this is very symbolic of how I feel about my life lately … bogged down with stuff, ill-equipped for the moment, and half a mile behind — always.
But you know what I figured out today, dear readers?
You get there anyway. In your own time, with strong legs, and no need to struggle to breathe … you get there — and everything is just fine when you do.
