Tonight, coming home from TC’s, FOH fell asleep in the car.

I found myself driving aimlessly around our neighborhood, listening to good song after good song that came on the radio. Because I could. And that’s what I used to do pre-FOH.

Before I didn’t have to worry about a crying baby in the backseat. Now it seems I try to get to wherever I’m going as quickly and as efficiently as possible.

It felt like such a luxury, this whole circling streets and singing along to Blank Spaces. I suddenly felt like I used to. What a relief that was. To know that parts of me that I thought I have lost, they’re still there.

I’m still me. Different, of course. But how reassuring to know I can still drive around listening to the radio. It really is the small things, isn’t it?