I have been wanting to move to Houston, Tx for over a year. I don’t know what it is but whenever I visit, I feel so comfortable; almost at home. I’ve researched the cost of living, checked out some houses and apartments, and looked at job options. I’ve taken the time to weigh the pros and cons of this move. The decision has taken me through a wide range of emotions. Lately, I’ve come up with a few other options that I started considering. To be honest, I have no clue why I was even considering other cities, especially when my heart has been set on Houston. For a minute, it seemed like I was just trying to get gone as soon as possible, regardless of where I went. But why? And just like that…POW! Jesus slapped the back of my neck with his sandal and said “STOP RUNNING”!
As aggravating as it was to hear that message, it was true. The past couple of months have been what seems like obstacle after obstacle, accompanied with frustration and disappointment. And me leaving RIGHT NOW would be me attempting to run away from it all. Now, unless it’s towards a goal (or ice cream) I’m no runner! This slap on the neck is making me face my issues vs running from them. It’s making me take a hard look in the mirror and fix what I am doing wrong, accept people for who and what they are (pertaining to my life) and learn lessons in what appears to be madness. Cause baby, when A Boogie said “She’s a runner, she’s a track star” he damn sure wasn’t talking about me!