I'm in the mood to run but perhaps not the kind of running you think. Not the legs pumping, heart pounding, sweat pouring physical endeavor. I am in the mood to pack a light bag, get in my car on this cool morning, turn up some musical poetry to an all consuming volume, and drive drive drive, windows down, cool fall air in my hair, and take a long break from my life.
Lately, I have been very blessed. But these blessings come with responsibilities, probably more responsibilities than I have ever encountered before in my life. For the most part, I am enjoying this adventure, planning an event to remember for the rest of our lives. But with every aspect to consider enters about twenty more tasks or steps and about one to three new contacts to coordinate with. I feel the need to drive till I see an ocean and throw my cell phone in it, and then climb into said ocean myself just to float. To let a creation God made hold me up to feel as if I was literally in His hands, which, I guess, I am.
I'm tired though. I'm not exactly overwhelmed as I have a handle on things, but I am yearning a bit for those days when there are no plans except to breathe. I miss my fiance and just the ability to simply BE together without the outside world constantly giving us it's two cents. I wouldn't mind throwing him in that car too along with my lightly packed bag and lyrical poetry of Joni and Patty. I just want to sing, rest, shed the responsibilities, until I am good and ready to return and get back to work.