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I’m training for a distant half-marathon, and the place where I run most often is a trail that runs straight along a riverbed to the ocean. It’s usually breezy, often downright windy, the kind of wind that makes a roaring noise over the music from my headphones. And so I often find myself pushing against invisible resistance, running into the wind.
I know that feeling is the key to all the things I want to do. Even the terrifying feelings with huge horned claws, they’re the first steps to the joyful ones with balloons and confetti and cream-cheese-frosted cupcakes. The first steps to the real, open life I want.