The Year I Stopped Running

A woman who built her life on achievement discovers what is left when the striving stops.

For a long time, I believed movement was the same as progress.

When something became uncomfortable, I found another plan.

Another city.

Another goal.

Another version of myself to chase.

It felt productive.

Until I realised I was not running towards anything.

I was simply running away from sitting still long enough to ask difficult questions.