on sunday.

you know one of the things that makes me feel most like myself?

driving.

i don’t know what it is. maybe the literal act of shifting places makes me feel like my life, too, is going places. it’s cathartic, comforting. it’s freeing to me.
so yesterday i decided enough was enough. i’ve always wanted to drive a mini cooper. i’m going to rent one and go … drive around. by myself.

and i did. it was sunny and perfect and i put on the radio to briefly hear ‘band on the run’ but otherwise drove in the quiet. around the curvy body of the mountain, past the seaside villas and around the marina.

it was glorious and, as odd as this sounds, i parked that car and walked away feeling 1,000 more capable of, well, everything. i felt better.

more like myself.