🏃♀️🏃♀️🏃♀️🏃♀️🏃♀️🏃♀️🏃♀️ You know, I’ve finally realized it. It’s like my brain is doing a marathon it never signed up for. But I’ve come to a conclusion, a bit of a golden rule for the weary:
DON'T RUN SO THAT YOU WON'T BE CHASED. DON'T RUN SO THAT YOU WON'T BE CHASED. DON'T RUN SO THAT YOU WON'T BE CHASED.
It sounds simple, right? But think about it. The moment you start sprinting away from a problem or a person, you’ve basically handed them the leash. You’re defining yourself as the prey, and honestly, I’m too tired to be anyone’s trophy. If I’m constantly running, I’m just giving the drama a reason to keep its sneakers on.
But what if I just... stop? What if I just stand right here?
The chase only exists if there are two parties moving. If I stay still, the momentum dies. It’s a total power move, really. It says, "I’m not a target, and I’m definitely not interested in this game." It’s about reclaiming that energy I’ve been wasting on panic and using it to just be.
So, that’s my plan. NO MORE RUNNING. NO MORE RUNNING. NO MORE RUNNING. (Just bet on a 5K marathon 😆😆😆🏃♀️🏃♀️🏃♀️🏃♀️)
I’m staying put, catching my breath, and letting the world realize that if it wants to catch up to me, it’s going to have to deal with me standing my ground. It’s much quieter this way. My head already feels a little better.
I stopped running, it stopped chasing then wag its tail with tongue out that looks like he wanna tell me I am harmless, I just wanna be friends, hello😆🐕🦺😹 Don't run away from me😆😆😆😆