I jumped into blogging just like Forrest waking up that morning to find Jenny gone and "just ran". There was no destination, no purpose, nothing to prove- I just felt like blogging.
Lately, I have felt like the heavy-bearded, long- haired Forrest running through the Sedona desert in his poncho with Jackson Browne's Running on Empty playing in the background.
I am definitely running on empty. This is not my swan song, however. The journey has been too great to just unlace my Nike Cortez that easily.
I'm pretty tired. I think I'll go home, now.
I'm still searching for my direction on this run and will let you know when I've found it.