I so love to drive. It always has been a wonderful mental escape for me. A long car ride and good music have healed many a broken heart and calmed me down enough to accept and face my problems. Many difficult decisions have been made with the windows down and my hair whipping around my face and tears streaming down my cheeks.
I am wishing the snow would melt away and that the roads would dry up so I could blast the music, sing at the top of my lungs and drive with the windows down and escape for a pressure for a little while.
If the roads were dry, I would probably quit my job today, pack an overnight bag and drive as far as my mostly full gas tank would get me. Not sure where I would go, but I am certain that it is not the destination I am longing for, just the journey.
Just another long ass day of non-sense and bullshit and explaining reality to people who don't want to hear me.