Hit the road, Jill.
That long, lonesome highway.
When I was younger, some authority figures in my life warned, "It's my way or the highway." Now I wonder why I didn't take them up on it. The highway, that is.
I'm much older and less wiser now, but some days I still get the urge to bounce. It's like the road takes on life and asks, "You coming?" My sister says it's hard to create and nurture relationships on the fly, and she's right. But maybe everyone needs to hit the asphalt every now and then, regardless of their relationships. Just get your motor running and tear out on the highway. It's always an option.
But, then, maybe there's another way. Maybe you can do it without leaving the comfort of your special place, without spending a penny on gas. Just steal away for a little "me time," count your blessings, even if your life blows, and expect to discover something new in whatever you're immersed in right now.
If you're not careful, you may find yourself skirting along a spaceless highway at limit-breaking speeds heading for new destinations.
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