It’s always the same. I don’t want to leave and I can’t wait to get home. I had a great time with Kari this weekend. It was a perfect combination of fun and relaxation. She treats her ole’ pop well.
The worst part is always the drive back home. It leaves me alone with my thoughts. That’s not to say the time is not valuable. It is. It allows me time to mentally transition. But, my thought often drift to areas I try to avoid. It happens without me even being aware. The hum of the tires on an interstate can do this. It’s almost hypnotic.
It’s not until I slam my fist on the dashboard or the tears fogged my vision that I realize I violated my guiding rule… To live in the moment.
I’ve tried listening to talk radio. I’ve tried music. I’ve tried many things to keep my mind occupied. But there’s a problem with this. I now find these annoying. They lost their relevance and interest to me. Fact is, I know longer related like i once did to the outside world. I find the news wanting in comparison to my life. Songs are just the salt in the wounds of my past.