(Over a month later, and I haven’t written anything new into it… It’s gotten stale and it’s gone from my mind now. So I’m posting the incomplete draft and walking away from it for good.)
The following takes place between 1:45AM and 2:00AM.
Reluctantly, I get back into the car. I stare out to the starry west once more and start the engine and leave.
I continue straight on the road… Straight past the Burr Oak, straight past the Katy Trail bike intersection, straight to where the road becomes a gravel road. Taking the road at 40-50 miles per hour, pretending to take the bends like the Subaru of my dreams would, I realize that things are out of my control… And as unsettling as it is, I take a little bit of comfort in knowing that for now, I shouldn’t worry because I can’t do anything about this. Your move, life. And I’ll be damned if you put me into check again.
I realize that I’ve come to despise when people skirt around their worries and problems–luckily, it seems that many have recently faced theirs head-on.
The detour finally ends and I continue on home, hoping that some good will come out of this.
It’s always hard to follow one’s own advice… But parking my car and walking up to my house, I start to believe it when I tell myself it’s all going to be okay and things always work themselves out.
