How do I explain this feeling?
Starting over, but differently.
I am not running away… I am running towards.
But I envisioned running towards, getting there, crossing some “you’ve done it!” finish line and a celebratory toast with new loves.
Nope.
Still running. Looking around like, “this is a great and beautiful run, but where the hell’s the aid station?… I’m exhausted.”
And yet, I’m up at almost 11, drinking wine, watching a go-to:
[my goodness, so precious.]
[and then one of my favorite scenes from any movie… that slow-mo hand… ugh. love it.]
It’s solace for not being here tonight:
I hope it was a gorgeous night for Jacksonites and they fell in love with biking over to sit under the stars and have a brew whilst watching Elliot try and save his new best friend.
If you’re not watching E.T., you should go watch this: [most of you have heard this before.]
…but seriously, add it to your Netflix queue. [<—weirdest word, i just realized.]
And if you’re not watching, yet listening, take a listen to this:
…I’ll love you forever.
Oh, who are we kidding… I’ll love you foreverforever anywho.
[foreverforever.]
wull hay. 