Today, the Runaway Mama is three.
(Three is my favorite number.)
I can only think of a few things I’ve done for three years (or more). In a row. Without stopping. Without wanting to stop.
All three have required daily practice, truth telling, trust, hope, a sense of humor, courage, a belief that anything is possible, and the knowledge that although you will never (ever) end up where you expect, you will always end up somewhere.
All three have made me feel alive, inspired, and filled with purpose. On a few precious occasions, all three have allowed me to feel something larger than myself.
All three have been exhausting.
All three have been as hard as hell.
All three have forced me to confront my perfectly imperfect self. Every. Day.
All three have been worth every bead of sweat, every last tear, every deep breath, every “should I do it?” and every sigh of relief.
All three are a blessing and a reason to celebrate, especially today. Because today, gosh dangit, the Runaway Mama is three.
Thanks for reading! And thanks for this gorgeous sunset!
You really shouldn’t have, but thanks anyway. It made my day.
Happy reading, always.
Jen (a.k.a. The Runaway Mama)