Everyday they believed that today could be the day, and one day it was.
I think there is a little bit of crazy in us all. We just need to find the thing that brings us back to center. Some people knit, drink coffee, sing, dance, bike, walk, or bake. I run to my center.
As I ran past the caboose on my running trail, the yard limit sign, and the stop painted on the ground, I thought about how we can feel everything is telling us that it is time to give up on a job, a spouse, our faith, or ourselves.