Friday, January 17, 2020
Born and raised in Portland, Oregon, we had the Run For The Arts in elementary school — shout out Richmond! This has nothing to do with that but here’s how creativity brings nostalgia.
I came into 2020 running. At 11:44 PM New Year’s Eve I was fed up with my cold and recovering from a cough. It kept me from getting work done and enjoying the holidays — that and other things. The run was in efforts to knock me out the rut of being sick.
I experienced Seasonal Affective Disorder as a child and young adult. It’s what I assumed. When the internet got big I went from my father’s World Book Encyclopedias to Google Scholars. If SAD weren’t my case I knew my moods took a turn for the wild as fall approached.
By winter my environment went from warmth and security to feeling like a lone child in a bewildered village. By the time I became old enough to look back and separate myself from those moods I realized I wasn’t the only one.
People telling their stories of depression, anxiety, and hopeless thoughts made me realize there is no bewildered village. We all experience these extreme emotions for the various circumstances we’re in.
I’m passionate about connecting with people, hearing their stories, and in appreciation for my donors following my writing journey, I’ll be running a mile for each of them.
By midnight December 31, 2020, I’m setting a goal to run as many miles as donations I receive. My GoFundMe is to show proof of support, connect with those who care, and help while I both look for work and complete a book.
I ran three after running through midnight into New Years Day, 11 on Tuesday the 14th, meaning I’m 12 miles behind my 26 donations as of this post (subject to outside donors). I don’t mind the issue of having to run an unquestionable number of miles this year — there are worse problems I could be facing.
Like only having 12 more miles to run this year…
I’ll publish a short poem or story in reflection of each run. Some will be recorded on my ReliveApp and posted to BuddWrites — the Instagram account where this writing journey began in 2013.
2013 was the discovery of a creative running writer in me. I remember how great I felt, and only my mom was reading my blog. Having to recreate that feeling is the daily challenge I have passion for and take pride in.
If I didn’t create it everyday I’d be sad… 😦
Born and raised in Portland, Oregon, Budd writes to encourage readers to explore the depths of their inner ocean, an unexplored self, because it's fun once you get through the emotional part... “The world around us is our vehicle, what you'll read is how I digest it.” -Budd