I remember running away as a little girl. I got as far as the backseat of the car. Huddled up on the floor, I realized that I had no place to run.
Still don’t. There IS no place to escape our “stuff.” We can face it, though. We can deal with it. We can realize that it’s okay, that we’re okay.
It’s still January. If you haven’t looked your issues square in the eye and figured out that they’re rooted in fear, it’s the perfect time to do that. You’re in charge.
When you run away, you don’t just lose sight of you, you lose sight of love, of God, of all that is good. Remember what you’re made of!