Time to run

[NeuronerdDoaty]

I’m working on making a rug. I’m sitting in bed watching a movie with heat on my bum and ice on my head. It’s been a little over 48 hours since my Pops passed away.

As previously noted I suck at life. I want to run away. I don’t want to talk to my family or even my grown kids. I want to get in my truck and drive to the airport. I’m sure there’s a ticket to somewhere.

I don’t feel like I’m anxious but I’m a runner. Time to change scenery. I’ve been in one place too long. If you keep moving there’s no way emotions catch up. I’ve been this way all my life. Time to run. When I mess up the next spot and time I’ll run again. It’s an inappropriate pattern but it works for me.

How do I stand still? How do I stay? It doesn’t come natural to me.

[LilyAnnepuppy]

Work on your rug

[NeuronerdDoaty in reply to LilyAnnepuppy]

😘😁 you know me well

[Sillysausage234]

Watch you don’t burn your ass

[NeuronerdDoaty in reply to Sillysausage234]

😆 too late and my brain is frozen

[Mrspjsmom]

Running takes too much energy so I stay put. But in my mind I live in a beautiful cabin on a lake. All alone, no financial limitations, no responsibility to others. Doing whatever I want to do. Then the dog barks needing to go outside and just like that reality sets in. I suppose that's the closest to running away I will get.

[NeuronerdDoaty in reply to Mrspjsmom]

I’ve always been a runner. My kids are grown but comfortable with it too. Like military people. I love going. But, I’m staying. My anxiety happens when I can’t run though.