I’m a runner. Not in the physical sense (I’d be the first to die in The Hunger Games for sure), but in the emotional sense. When things get tough, when I get frustrated, I bail. I actually only just realized this about myself yesterday while I was journaling.

An extreme example of this, and a story that only a few people know, is that last March I left Austin. I’ve always had the itch to do something impulsive, like get in my car and drive far away. Honestly I don't even remember what prompte...