I’ve really always been a night person. When I was 18 years old, I had a pickup truck. It was a little 2 wheel drive Mazda pickup. I loved that truck. It was 3 years old when I got it and I drove it 11 years until I couldn’t anymore. It was a single cab and the back window was a slider window that opened all the way up. I was a truck girl, a bit of a tomboy most of my childhood. I used to take off at night driving around Santa Clarita Valley where I live. No destination at all, just out driving because I loved it. I would just drive for hours all around the cities that make up the valley and on the canyon roads with the windows down and back window open just listening to loud music and feeling that mild night air blowing all around singing my heart out. Talk about freedom. It was the best feeling in the world. It didn't matter what was going on in my life or who my friends or boyfriends were, where I worked or what I did. For years, it was just my THING.
Last night I was heading back from out of town around 10PM and I had the windows down, the music on loud driving home on the freeway. I remembered my life back then and how I had the world in the palm of my hand, opportunity and such peace. Life is a little more complicated and peace is harder to come by. It felt so great!! I could have driven on and on in that moment. I’ll trade some of that peace for today’s wisdom and the relationships that have enriched my life but it felt good. Long sigh and smile.
