Take Two...

I started this blog in Chicago last June.  And now here we are, almost six months later, new city and new me.  So what's changed?  Well, for one, I dropped the extremely hard regime of running everyday (I run a lot more than I did though).  I was convinced that I needed to do something amazing to start a blog.  Haha.  Really, I was over-thinking it.  What is a blog people?  A place where you can tell your story.  Even if that story means you like to stack plastic forks and eat only chicken for dinner every night (which I don't but its an example people, come on).  And my story, well its had its moments. 


I grew up in the Nevada desert with a hippy momma (God rest her beautiful soul) and a crazy survivalist daddy.  I saw my fair share of hookers, gamblers, transients, Quakers, missionaries, pagans, bible-thumpers, foreign speaking men trying to buy the plane in our front yard, potty belly pig lovers, doomsday fighters, truckers with poodles, stargazers, failed actors, successful actors, cantankerous old gun-toting women, goat herd tenders, dreamers, and criminal bikers.  I loved them.  I hated them.  I am of them. 


I'd like to say that this is the next chapter but really we're more likely in chapter four of the Molly saga.  I'm in a new place now.  A place where I feel more creative and dare I say it, happy.  Its been a while.  Happy is elusive.  I have family with me, my sister and my nephew, good company for the journey.  I want more from life.  I know I can have more.  I don't need permission.  I just need to go.  I just need to run.  That's what I'm finally doing.