“But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in.”
Run away with me.
The commonly asked question at work each Monday: how was your weekend? I'm convinced most people think I'm either A) A hermit, B) Anti-social, C) The most boring homebody ever, or D) All of the above. Because typically, my answer is "it was nice, I didn't do much". In actuality, I spend most of my weekends at church and working on my blog. I kid you not when I say that keeping up with this job is like holding a part-time job. Not that I'm complaining because I truly love creating content for this blog and I don't mind spending the entirety of my Sunday shooting looks and writing posts, but at times it also means that I often go many weeks feeling like I didn't have a weekend because I barely had time to catch my breath after end of day Friday before it feels like Monday again. Thinking about Monday at 9pm on a Sunday night while I'm writing these posts with a glass of red wine makes me want to throw my hands up sometimes in resignation and run away on a permanent vacation. But if I've learned anything in my 20-some years, it's that you can never run away from anything -- positive or negative. Success requires work: it means putting your head down, putting in the hours, and staring down the challenge. There's no out in life, there's only in.