“Every morning in Africa, when a gazelle wakes up, it knows it must outrun the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning in Africa a lion wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the slowest gazelle or it will starve. It doesn’t matter whether you’re the lion or the gazelle – when the sun comes up, you’d better be running.”
I start running when my eyes open every morning. I think if I keep moving then surely I’m making progress. Most days I’m the gazelle running for my life. Most days the lion still overcomes me. I’m hurrying through my day just fine and then suddenly there’s an explosion of YOU, my precious girl, in all my senses at once. It knocks me off my feet like I’ve been hit by a freight train. The lion has pounced.
One morning, when the strain of staying ahead of the sorrow doesn’t totally drain me of the strength I need for the run, I’ll know when my eyes first open I’ll be the lion that day. Even if it’s only for one day, that’ll be OK. More days will follow. Either way, lion or gazelle, when the sun comes up – I’ll be running.
I miss you. So much.