Driving

One thing that I have not taken the time to do, that I have always known would be good for me, is spend a long time with just myself. I had a total of twenty-four hours to do this this week, and I am amazed at how good it was for me.

During this full days worth of driving, I had ample time to get worked up, let my anger, exhaustion, frustration, sadness, and stress seep out through the cracks, leaving room for eventual relaxation. After an hour or two of driving through teary eyes, My body physically began to relax. I began to really enjoy the drive. The scenery became quite beautiful, and this helped quite a bit. After several hours of singing to the radio and thinking, I realized that I actually was quite happy with my life. This is a very important realization, because at one point I felt I many never be happy with my life again.

I had left on a Sunday, and Tuesday I finally caught up on all the sleep I had been missing. Monday night I had gone to bed pretty early, and slept through the entire mornings activities until Jacob woke me up at noon. I had been sleeping so well, not being the only person in the house makes a big difference. After nearly seven years of not being alone, it's a hard adjustment. Once I'd managed to fully wake up from my more than twelve hours of sleep, I felt pretty good, the least tired I'd been in months.

This small but beneficial vacation put me in a good place to deal with the drama I faced at home, which didn't take more than an hour to began after I had arrived.