One of those days..weeks...months...lives.

Have you ever had one of those days...or weeks...or months where nothing is completely clear and your not 100% sure about anything? Story of my life over the past few weeks. I can't remember the last time I was perfectly sure about something. There's always this awful feeling in my gut telling me to run away. Run away from everything. But considering I have absolutely nothing else to do but what I'm doing right now. I don't run. Because no matter which direction I run in, there will always be someone at the end of the road with their hand on their hips, waiting to tell me what I've done wrong and how to fix it. And the solution is always to go back. Take responsibilty for whatever I ran away from. And the worst part about it is that, even if my life depended on it, I wouldn't be able to look that person in the eye and say "You know what? It's my life!" But then again, maybe that's a good thing. What if it turns out that running from your problems really isn't the solution. What if all of those people waiting at the end of each little road, holding me accountable, are right. Maybe having backbone doesn't mean telling people off when they try to give me advice. Maybe it means standing up to my problems and fixing them, and getting through rough patches without a loophole.