The little E on the car dashboard reminds me that I'm pointed east.

As I sit at the red light, perpendicular to ocean abs, staring out at the water,

this is it. This is as far as I can go.

There are no more streets or towns or cities.

There can't be any more stops along the way, just miles and miles of ocean.

It's interesting for me to think about all the changes I've made up to now,

growing up outside of Los Angeles on the opposite coast, relocating again and again, sometimes very targeted methodical moves,

sometimes just for the sake of change, but always moving, always going.

There's a saying that wherever you go, you take yourself with you.

Right? You can change this scenario, the circumstances, the surroundings, but ultimately you can never outrun yourself.

You are accompanying you on whatever journey awaits.

And it's often not until you run out of real estate,

until there's no more road or options that you're forced to look in the mirror and acknowledge that it is you who

must change. It's you who must evolve and become that person that you need you to become.

And that can be a scary thing.

After all, anyone can get in a car and head east.

Anyone can point the compass away from the chaos of now.

Move away from their demons.

But how many of us can find this strength to look those demons in the eye? How many of us

can make ourselves bigger than what attempts to weigh us down? All of us can, but how many of us do?

Are we running to something or from something?

Because there is a difference, and that difference is not small.

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