Today I came home.
I stopped running – from my life, from my emotions, from my fears.
I resisted the urge to do something – ANYTHING – but sit. I resisted the urge to find a reason or an excuse to keep running. To keep myself busy. To keep myself occupied.
Instead I sat down on my cushion.
And I came home.
I came back home into my mind, and into my body.
And I smiled.
I felt peace, and comfort. And I found the home I had been looking for. And it was within myself.