Monday, January 26, 2015

Up, Down and All Around.



An hour ago, this was a fabulous idea.

It’s ironic, isn’t it? That little thing about how when everything falls apart you find out who you really are. I don’t know if you really find out who you are. Maybe you just find out a little bit more about what you already had a sneaking suspicion to be true, and a little bit more about what you pretended wasn’t true.

A quick trail run in between work and home. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.

Here’s what I know about me:

I am tiny, but stubborn. Being a smart girl has always felt like an Achilles heel. I take on far too much and accomplish far too little of what I really want to do. I aim to please and it hurts me deeply when I don’t. I remember dates and little moments that others don’t. I want to run and play but responsibility gets in my way. I am risk averse, but I wish I took more of them. And right now?

I’m hoping that none of the dark spots around me make any sudden movements.

For the past 30 minutes … I think … I have been running in circles in the dark. Technically, I’ve been running in long, winding, rocky and cactus adorned washes in the dark. Up hills. Down hills. Around corners. In between hills. 

I think it’s been 30 minutes because I don’t actually know for sure. Because my phone is safely tucked away in my car. And I’m not really sure where the car is. Or how to get back to it.

I only know that I am surrounded by cacti lying limp by the trail like large, flaccid penises like some garish Adventure in Wonderland and somewhere out there in the dark are tarantulas, rattlesnakes, bobcats, coyotes and other nefarious creatures I do not want to meet. And that this trail … and the one before that … and the one before that … were much more appealing yesterday. 

When I knew what the hell was in front of me.

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