At 6:30 AM I hit the road yesterday, driving north.
It takes me at least getting out of Florida and then some before my mind settles down. So the first half of yesterday was dealing with uncontrolled thoughts that changed every minute going from an irrelevant intrusion of memories to anticipation of the future and emotions that quickly go from doubt, to joy to fear, to love, to contemplative serious quiet. It amazes me how suddenly they change, in seconds. A song on the radio or nothing at all and a new mood is served up. a Whoop! a tear! a laugh!
By afternoon the thinking rush was over and I could relax and enjoy the trip. The traffic was very heavy and a rain storm slowed things a bit and my progress was not as I expected, but it really didn't matter. I was on the road over 11 hours (with stops for peaches and pecans) and was past ready to stop for the day at 6:00 PM. I had a surprisingly hard time finding a motel. There just didn't seem to be any during the last slow hour of my drive. I was no longer on the interstate. But here I am somewhere in north Georgia in a very nice Best Western.
Life is good today.
Coffee, a great shower, a soft king size many pillowed bed, AC, TV, WiFi, U! Cool!
I am really just trying to learn to enjoy Right Now, without interruption from yesterday or tomorrow. Right now is really fine.
Jan
About Me
- Jan ockunzzi
- Indian Rocks Beach, Florida, United States
- I am 62 years old, a grandmother, who had never really been on her own until a year and a half ago when the divorce became final. Last summer, at the end of April , I took to the road, by myself, for a three month sabbatical from my conventional life, wondering around the USA, watching the sun rise and fall from behind my steering wheel and contemplating life's mysteries and looking for chance encounters with cool people and experiences. My very first post, written back in January of 09, explains the whole thrilling scary plan. The story of my journey down a real as well as metaphorical road follows. And it hasn't really ended. To know me, you would need to start at the first blog and read forward from there. But you could skip around a bit. Back home, off the road, it got bumpier!
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