In high school, there was a senior skip day, a ritual most suburban educational institutions subscribe to reluctantly. I was a pretty good student, living almost exclusively by the book for most of my elementary career, but I suppose that maybe it was because the administration looks the other way for most shenanigans that occur during senior year, but I felt okay participating in this excursion. A group of us decided to drive up to an amusement park up north in Lake George called (aptly) The Great Escape, which was recently (as in apparently within the last thirteen years) purchased by the Six Flags empire. This story has no punchline, but I mention it because I felt a little like that today as I frantically fled the melting city streets to the cooler, greener pastures of upstate New York. It is my mom's birthday today and a perfect excuse to get away. I found myself testing the tensile strength of my patience and willpower last week as I settled into this project and simultaneously executed a large freelance project (pictures below, a little added treat!!). So early this week I prepared some pieces ahead of time so that I could create some space for a few days and take a moment to reflect properly just barely past the midway point. Maybe this would seem against the rules to some, but it's my project and I make the rules, so I figured it would be okay. I haven't thought about the establishment, The Great Escape, for many years, but it crossed my mind today as I was driving and it seemed appropriate as a namesake and theme for the post. Sometimes you need to power through, and sometimes you need to simply run.