Like a cat, I have seemed to live nine lives.
Time and time again, I have found myself running- running from what others thought of me, running from what I thought of myself, and running from who I was afraid I may may become.
It took a decade of running to discover I was exactly who I needed to be all along.
From moving to San Francisco in 2008 to living in Boston ten years later, I realized I brought myself with me everywhere I went. No “geographic cure” could be the remedy, nor could “recreating” myself change who I was on the inside.
I may have fallen nine times, but I’ve always managed to land on my feet- and today, I’m grateful to sit still.