The above title is in reference to a song written by U2, one of my all-time favorite bands. Though the lyrics of the song speak of another subject, the title seems to permeate down to the inner most recesses of my soul. It seems to have become the motto of my life.
When I was young, traveling about the world and moving was exciting. It was thrilling to think about what lay just beyond the edge of my vision.
But these days, moving and starting over has become a chore to be endured. I’ve done it so many times that I can’t remember all the places I’ve lived. There have been multiple and various reasons for the moves and all of them logical (though many people just call me crazy). From job changes to difficult living circumstances to inability to afford where I was living, I’ve moved more than most people will move in a lifetime.
Yet the real truth is I’m “running to stand still.” I’ve had a dream and a vision of my life that has never come to fruition. A cottage-like home of my own surrounded by flowers and greenery, a loving husband, 2 cats (yes, must have my cats!), books and a window overlooking my garden as I write my novels. Simple, peaceful and quiet…my “still” place. I was never very materialistic (though I always joked with my girlfriends that I would marry a millionaire), I just wanted a cozy, quiet place to call my own.
Yet, for whatever reason, this has eluded me. I still rent a room in someone else’s house. I still struggle on a daily basis to meet the financial basics of life. My relationships have been…well, we’ll save that for another day. And my writing, though it has improved, has yet to bring me the steady income I have sought. The dream of my little cottage seems as far removed from me as it did when I was a young girl. Even the most hopeful of people get discouraged sometimes and today is that day.
But…as I’ve pointed out many times, who knows what tomorrow will bring? And so, with a sigh, I close another day with still a flicker of hope that I will yet see my dreams become a reality.