By Shaye

I have a bad habit of "running away" when life gets a little too heavy. In July I was feeling a bit like I was drowning in stress and anxiety and booked a last minute flight to Vancouver. Literally left within 12 hours of hitting the buy button. I had never been. I didn't know anyone. I ended up renting a car and road tripping solo across BC. After the first day I started towards a great aunt's house in Kelowna. The GPS in my car was my only companion and at every interchange it would voice, "in so and so kilometers stay right towards Hope". For 5 hours it directed me towards Hope. The irony wasn't lost on me. And every time I heard it I felt like it was a reminder from above to keep moving towards hope, not only on the foreign roads I found myself alone on, but in my whole life. I've always been kind of a hope ju**ie. Seeing good where others usually wouldn't. I say ju**ie because while I know this, often times blind, hope has led me to some of my greatest destinations it has also left me with some pretty gruesome battle scars from doing this life thing. I'm wondering now which way hope is and how much hope is too much. Is that a thing? Anyways...maybe it's just time to book another trip and gain some clarity again.

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I was driving home from school drop off this morning and got stuck behind a cement mixer truck. The spinning of the container caught my attention and got me thinking of the constant motion and moving that is necessary for that cement to not harden.

For some reason this struck me on a deeper level thinking about my life. And how it is the same, that I have to keep moving so that I do not harden. Same goes with water, beautiful and powerful and flowing until it’s not. Until it’s stagnant and still and becomes dirty and infested. Constant movement is necessary. Same with our bodies. Move it or lose it they say. My grandpa has been in an assisted living facility for years now because his body stopped working for him. Because he stopped working for his body long before that. He didn’t move and now he can’t. His legs won’t even support him.

And for me today sitting behind that cement mixer I realized how paralyzed in fear I’ve been. Afraid to move. Afraid that if I move in the “wrong” direction that I will royally screw up my life forever. Questioning every decision, every step, every thought. Waking up in the morning feeling like my soul is gasping for air and I can’t quite catch my breath because I don’t know what to do in this space I find myself in. I’ve been in a holding pattern of fear and doubt and sadness. Not knowing, not having the “answers”.

But that cement truck slowing me down this morning gave me my answer, that really I already knew. Move. I just need to keep moving. In some way. In some form. In any way I can. Move.

So today I invite you to move with me. And not in the way that you’re just floating, going through the motions. But in the way that scares the s**t out of you. Do the things you’re afraid of. Do the things that you’ve been avoiding. Do the things that you know you need to but don’t want. Move. Move in any way you're able. And keep moving.

And I will too.

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