For the first Deathiversary, I went to Dallas. This year it's El Paso. I don't really want this to be a thing--that I have to go to a major Texas city every February 18--but the timing worked out well to go see some kind, welcoming friends on a day they know is hard. It'll be nice to cry at familiar faces instead of ones I've just met. And then the next day I can literally run away from my feelings. Brilliant.
I have standing permission to swipe (with credit, natch) photos from Scott's social media, although now that I think about it he may have only extended that permission if I were going to use them for BikeTexas. I'm not sure we ever discussed me using them on my blog. Huh. So, thank you, Scott! Also, wow, look at this sunrise. Can't wait to see that in person. (And the race starts at 7 AM, so I'll get a good look at it.) Photo source: @sbwhite on Twitter. (You should follow him. He's great.) |
Anyway. Sitting alone in my apartment, even if I stocked up with ice cream and cookies and all the Netflix I can handle, does not appeal. If this day has to come round once a year, I'd rather greet it by being up and going and doing and running off to another city instead of hanging out here with the ghosts and memories and what-ifs and bitter regrets. This one day a year, I can't cope with solitude and silence. I can't take being alone on the day that began a long journey of loneliness. I can't.
And so far, running away from my feelings has been a valid coping strategy, so I'm not about to mess with that. See you tomorrow, El Paso.
2 comments:
Run well in whatever direction this life takes you, dear friend.
It may be all the directions, some days.
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