The Joy of Next

I can’t start over - but I can start from from where I am right now.

I keep trying to run away from my own life. I never pack a bag or leave a note—I just close my eyes and hope that when I open them again, I’d be somebody else, somewhere else, living a life with fewer receipts and more magic.

I attempted to escape again this morning.

But when I opened my eyes, I was still here. Same kitchen. Same coffee mug. Same unreso…