It’s a Tuesday night. I had been feeling pretty good. I hear something that doesn’t sit too well with me. I play a church basketball game and try to shove it off. Still, it lingers. I stay for a bit to watch our boys play and I decide that I need to leave. I need to run.
It’s late and dark. But I feel the adrenaline kick in and I run. I hold back some tears, but also allow myself to shed one here and there. I pray.
I get back and I’m better. I know that things will work out.
I needed a moment to get away so I could clear my mind. I didn’t know the full story and I had no reason to get mad. I’m really glad though. I was able to not get angry. I don’t want to be that kind of person. And so, I refuse to get mad.
Runaway Girl
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