I keep forgetting why I started to run in the first place, which was to find some much needed peace of mind. Time and again I get lost in 'wanting to run faster' and 'going further'.
And when that happens, running starts losing it's appeal to me. As I huff and I puff my way through the miles there is no room to find peace of mind, because all I'm thinking about is how much further I have to go, and whether I can stop running yet.
Luckily I usually start to realize this somewhere down the line. When running becomes just another chore on my to-do-list, like making mad and passionate love to my husband, I know I've forgotten again.
So the next time I go out for a run I take care nót to go fast. To just enjoy being outside, and looking at everything that surrounds me. That's when running starts feeling good again, like something I do for mé.
I have discovered the same thing happens with my parenting. Just like in running, I get lost in wanting to do better, worrying I'm not good enough, and all the joy gets sucked out of it! And that sucks. Because then I forget to enjoy my children and all the beauty they bring to my life.
So today when I went for a run, I ran just for the fun of it, and that's what I'm gonna do with my parenting today too.
So I want to toot my own horn for realizing I was on the wrong path, and finding my way back again!