Sometimes a girl just needs to pack a bag, grab a dog and put the pedal to the metal. So that’s what I did. I got the hell out of Dodge. Just me, my thoughts and my little old dog. She was exactly the company I needed – Olive and the horizon and a thousand kilometers of open road. And silence.
It’s confusing in my head, thoughts are jumbled – it can be a noisy, unsettled place. The radio seemed to add to the melee, so I turned it off and listened to the hum of the tires as the kilometers disappeared in the rear view mirror. And I thought about stuff. All kinds of stuff- the yesterdays, the tomorrows and the challenge it’s been finding the courage to look in both directions. At some point I began to feel proud of myself.
This past year and a half has not been a picnic. It’s been a ride I would rather not have taken. It’s been dark and scary and lonely. I’ve had to dig for the gumption to face it – but face it I have. Now there is this open road in front of me – I can choose to travel it or park the car.
I’ve put my foot on the gas.
Comments (5)
Love reading about your journey thought this past 1 1/2 years. You inspire many people to keep moving ahead in what ever path they are on, and cherish the time they are living at the time.
Donna Scramstad
Donna – thank you for following along.
You got it baby you got it !!!!
Lesley- 👍
Good for you, Elva. But don’t forget to turn around and come home.