When You’re a Runaway Train and You Desperately Need a Longer Connection By Christina Hubbard



Connection with a real friend can save us from the stress that threatens to derail our lives. We need consistent connections to live healthy, fulfilled lives, and that one-hour coffee date with that bestie may need to be a longer pit stop than we think.


The Runaway Train

Back in December I was in the throws of Christmas planning, manic blogging, and stressful mothering. I could feel the days passing quickly, which was good. That meant I was being productive and making it through. I thought the faster my wheels chugged, the better.

Really I was a runaway train carrying too many carloads. I knew I should have unloaded them back at the station where friends were waving and inviting me to stop the engine for a time. All I had to do was step onto the station platform and take a breather. But I was determined to only do what was on the schedule.

In a timely miracle, I had a Tuesday lunch date slated with my friend Alicia. When I texted her to set a time, she said she was blocking off the entire day. That made me put on the brakes. I didn’t think I had that kind of time. So I said yes, reluctantly.


Freedom To Stop

We met halfway in a cute little college town with antique shops, hot pizza, and trains that barrel through so loudly you can’t hear yourself talk. But I don’t remember a single train coming through that day. The tracks were silent as we shared four glorious hours together—no work, worries, and kids. Freedom. Friendship. Everything I needed.

Who is your friend? The one who lifts the load you don’t realize you’re hauling behind you until you’re snort-laugh-crying into burnt coffee together. The one to whom you can confess your sins, with whom you can sit in a 10-minute silence comfortably. The friend who knows you’re a wife, a mother, a beautiful life maker, not just an engineer trying to make it to the next destination on time.

That day Alicia reminded me: it’s good to get off the crazy train regularly. To make life-giving relationships priority and maybe that means schlumping tasks for a whole day.


Avoiding Derailment

I find it ironic that I never know how much time I truly need to recharge when my train feels almost out of control. Back in 1999, a train derailed in that little town. It left 3,000 tons of coal on top of four cars and destroyed a slew of buildings. A train part called the hot roller bearing broke in two.

That train was me: unnecessary pressure and heat building up toward a total loss of control. I was about to snap apart. My friend was the emergency cord. Her invitation saved my entire week, and probably the entire month of December for my family.

When I drove home from our day, I felt lighter and loved—completely revived and wholly myself again. The next time Alicia asked me to lunch, I made sure we made it a much longer connection.


How’s your train running? Who needs the gift of your connection this week?

Christina Family


Christina Hubbard is a writer, blogger, and poet. She is the author of 5 Ways To Love Like You Mean It. She has written for Mops International and several blogs. Helping creatives find freedom and courage in their work gives her a serious thrill. Her two creative kids and husband challenge her to keep making beautiful things and to just breathe. She has no qualms about running away for a day with her besties to escape the wonderfully messy world of mothering. Connect on her blog: Creative & Free. Follow her at Instagram or Twitter.


5 thoughts on “When You’re a Runaway Train and You Desperately Need a Longer Connection By Christina Hubbard

  1. Running on automatic can be soul draining in addition to fooling us into thinking that going or doing equals worthiness. I’m glad you got the breather you needed!

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