I’ve been running non-stop this week…. my brain as well as my body.
We’ve had an early start every day this week and in the process we’ve been here, there and everywhere in between with hardly a moment to figure out exactly where we are at any one time.
We’ve done some really great things, some not so fun things, and some ordinary routine things, so it’s not that it’s been all bad… just crazy.
This crazy feeling of always running, always trying to keep up to where I should be. I almost make it most of the time, except for the times when I totally screw up and fall in heap. But there isn’t any time for heaps, or wallowing in a moment of ‘why does everything go wrong at the worst possible time?’… if I don’t keep running I’ll never make it.
And if I don’t run fast enough that thing is going to catch up to me… You know, that thing. The doom that I know is coming, that is sure to catch me when I least expect it. When I totally screw up again, forget something vital or get something wrong… I just know it is coming… if only I could run a little faster…
So I’m still running… eventually I’ll make it, I’m just not sure when.