Just leave

Those, my friends, are the words Running is going to utter when I finally drag my sorry self back into his presence.

“Leave,” he’ll say. “You said what you came to say. Now leave.” (Apparently, Running is a fan of Glen Hansard, too. Who knew?!)

Because Running and I are going through another rough patch. He thinks I’m uncommited and fickle. I think I’m tired and that he demands a lot of time out of my life. And secretly, I know that Running is more right than I am. I just don’t want to admit it. Because he gloats so much when he’s right.

The hope, my friends, is that Running and I reconcile sometime this weekend. This has been a week of crazy with all the things I was trying to get done at work, concerts to attend, rehearsals, and things to get ready for Mindy’s birthday celebration tonight. Next week isn’t looking great for me and Running either, with all the things pulling at my time. There’s the National Youth Worker’s Convention they’re putting on here at work and I have extra responsibilities (not really anything special, but extra time I’ll be here working a booth or manning an information booth). My brother, sister-in-law, and Eli are coming to stay with me during the event. They leave on Wednesday at some point, then I have choir rehearsal. The week ends with a big division meeting and our department picnic and a big event at church. Basically most of my September looks like this. I feel bad for ignoring Running in all of this, because he’s always allowed me to come back after all the times I’ve cheated on him (with the Couch, TV, Ice Cream, and most recently, Trader Joe’s).

Hopefully, I’ll be able to balance my schedule a little better and make time for Running. Because he really is important to me, even if I don’t act like it.