I often joke that everything gives me diarrhea. I get stress diarrhea, race diarrhea, travel diarrhea, relationship is going well diarrhea, relationship is stressful diarrhea, family members in crisis diarrhea and then out of crisis relief diarrhea.
It’s also how I run. I run through divorce, through husband and dad and son in hospital at the same time, pregnancy, birth, mastitis, through pneumonia, through crisis and through relief. I run to break and to break through.
I spilled boxed red wine on my Sam Smith concert shirt tonight.
I’m not here to show you guys how to do this right. I’m here to just BE here. That’s it. And I want you here too. I want to meet you here in all your weirdness, in all your cuteness, in your stress, travel, good relationships and shitty ones, whether you’re divorced, in the hospital, pregnant, single, sick, or doing well. I want to be here when you break and when you break through.
If you don’t like it messy, there are a lot of other accounts to follow. Suzy has the runs for a reason.