There comes a time when enough is enough – like when the scale dial goes around the second time.

326. A number no one wants to see. A sign no one can ignore.
It’s the fork in the road.
The point of no return.
The moment of truth.

It doesn’t matter how we got there.
The only thing that does is what we do next.

Do we summon the courage to take the leap of faith or move away from edge?
Break free from the ties that bind or succumb to the weight of fear?
Surrender and strive for something special or settle for less?
Run toward the light or fall deeper into the dark?

I ran.

3,132 miles so far…
nowhere in particular, just away from that space and time and number -
toward something better.

And just when the destination felt closer, the finish line moved further away.
365. Days to determine the future, cope with the pressure and find meaning and security.

So, I’ve kept running.
I’ll keep running.

Relying on the faith, focus, stamina and determination that has built up to keep me going forward,
to where and who I’m supposed to be. It’s can be a lonely, scary, daunting road. The people and signs and shouts along the way make all the difference.

Are you ready to move?
Which direction are you headed?
Do you want to go together?
Let’s go together.
Let’s make some noise.