Papers released into the air collapsing slowly on my desk. Each sheet a memoriter of a forgotten legacy.
Lately, my thoughts have been a polished reflection of the life I used to lead. On this day last year, I decided to end a 2,660-mile journey at mile marker 600.
Much time has been spent lamenting on that disappointment. Ruminating over what I should have done differently instead of enjoying all that I was able to achieve.
By nature, I am fallible. In fact, we are all liable to err. I made perfection my goal. I neglected logical thinking. I exchanged my abilities with a nagging sense of failure. An emotional battle ensued, poor decisions constructed into a person I couldn’t bear.
A psychological war was declared. It was silly of me to think that a fight against myself would not leave me damaged. After all, that’s the reason for war.
Life has taught me that I can choose my battles. Wisely, though honestly not quickly, I stood my ground. Now, the time is right to end this fight.
I haven’t run much since being a Global Hero. My reasons for running were motivated solely by the fact that I wanted to be a Global Hero. Of course, there were other factors, though ultimately training was just for that feat.
Without running, without hiking, there was no room for growth. I even stunted my writing. The flames of fame have long since sizzled, now, all that’s left is me. An adapter adjusting to the environment that surrounds me.
In tune with Gloria Gaynor’s anthology, “I will Survive,” I’m navigating through life one step at a time. There’s no need to rush, all the joys of life will offset self-doubt. Loving and living, that’s the meaning of my life.
Shoes laced, pen and paper in tow, perfection unprioritized I’m running for life, hiking for peace and writing to be free, living life unwavering. Creatively, I am adapting.