Don't Stop
Often, I get a spark that ignites my brain, which in turn begins the internal combustion engine that drives my writing and lens crafting to the destination I think I want to end up at.
Earlier today, just before I got out where I thought I wanted to be and cleaned the bugs off the windshield, plucked bird feathers from the grill, and polished some of the chrome, I took a post a little further down the street. In fact, I burned more gas with that post than I thought I had.
I scraped my whitewalls and dinged the underbody on that rough road. As much as it hurt, I felt better for it. So much so, I came to a deeper understanding about myself, because I went somewhere that used to be blocked by cement barriers and orange barrels. When I got to other side, I saw more road than I could ever imagine.
The important thing is, my trip was more interesting and had more meaning because I didn’t stop at the prescribed mile marker. I drove further and wrote a post that had more truth and honesty than if I would have sold myself short.
I now know a bit more about what my car is capable of.
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Weeeelll…you made me curious and I read “The Post”. Glad I did.
I appreciate the heart you put into this piece. It’s good how time allows us to see things clearly, and still mine the positive.
By the way, I learned to drive at 10 p.m. when I was twelve. My mom and I were coming home from the grocery store. She stopped in the middle of the road on the widest street in our small town and said, “Take me home.” I thought she’d lost her mind. It was my best-kept secret until I became driving age.
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I don’t know what to say (and THAT does not happen very often) only that I am in awe of your writing Drifter.
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