Memorial Day: Why I’m Not Running This Year
First of all, I can’t. #CORONA. Second of all, the biggest thing I’ve learned this year was how to face my fears and the things that make me the most uncomfortable head-on. As I write this, I can feel my body start to tingle, I can feel my heart start to beat a little faster, I can feel my patience getting a little shorter with my kiddo giving me a live commentary on everything happening in the show she’s watching right now and I can feel my arm-pits begin to do that smelly nervous sweat. This. Is. Uncomfortable.
In the past 7 years, I’ve quite literally run away from the town I live in, in hopes to steer clear of any mention or reminder of what Memorial Day means to myself and others. The truth is, I can’t run anymore. Sure, it’s painful. Sure, it’s uncomfortable. But the fact of the matter is that it is real for me and it was my life. I am a military widow and I am raising a Gold-Star kid.