Driving: my chill time, my reflection time, roll down the windows, sing, and just go. Never turning down the radio to hear how horrible I sound, but either singing at the top of my lungs, listening in silence, or just driving in silence.
Drive. Forward. Fast. Free.
When life feels like too much, I get in the car and just go. I don’t seem to have the mental capacity to sit or to distract myself otherwise. I get antsy, anxious, and agitated and I just have to move. I always think “where can I go?” and this leads to two feet out the door and hitting the road. Ever since I was young, I can remember loving driving. It has remained my place of calm. My sanctuary.
Something about foot to pedal, hands on wheel, windows down, and with or without music, putting my brain in autopilot. No thoughts, no distractions, just me and the road ahead. Destination or not, I go forward.
There will always be twists and turns, bumps and hills, but they are all part of the journey. Sometimes we are forced to back up, retrace our steps, take a new route, or get out of a stagnant position with a few small moves, but we all remain going forward.
We learn to move forward, always with the gear in “D.”
SEROTONING 