There’s something so liberating about being out, on the open road.

I always feel an endless supply of energy flowing through me. As though I’m becoming one with the road. There’s some Zen for you.

Driving is such freedom and excitement. It can be a true expedition. Which, of course, France couldn’t have been more ideal for me to take off and lose myself in its scenic roadways. That just seemed to call out to me.

Yep. I’m sure Maman thought I was losing it. I assured her I was only getting rid of things that no longer served me by the mile. Which was true. The more I drove, the lighter I became.

Not knowing where I was going or would end up is exactly what I wanted. Perhaps it was how I was feeling at the time, too … this need to get out and discover, to not know where the road was going to take me.

 

I think sometimes we feel such a strong sense of bondage as we go about our lives.

Restrictions.

We focus on all the things we can’t do. Or, at least think we can’t or are unable to do. For some good reason or another that we’ve come up with.

Not enough money. Not enough time. Not good enough. Not smart enough.

So many stories we tell ourselves. And the craziest thing of all? We believe these stories.

Myself included.

The thing that I have to remember is that I am enough. Just as I am. Just as all of us are.

And sometimes, all we need to do is get out there, on the road. Whatever road that may be.

Even if its our own back yard.

Explore.

Do something different.

You don’t have to go far to see new things.