I’m sitting here trying to get my nerves up to go on this trip to Arizona. Im planning on driving the whole way. I have the worst case of bubbles right now. Seriously I’m silently freaking the f**ck out. I’m not the best driver and having no cell phone right now isn’t the smartest way to go. I’m using a gps and I hope it’s up to date, because gps systems can send you to some very scary and weird places. I’m speaking from experience. Considering the fact that I’m confused with most directions away.
I normally leave the distance driving to others.
Is it wrong to secretly hope there’s another option? Like for real. I’m sure that most people don’t mind long rode trips and things that take time. But the people who love me know that I’m not like that. I’d rather fly and I like to go Ricky Bobby fast. I read all signs like this:
Today I’m in love with the idea of the journey. I’m excited to see if I can push myself to get there. If I’m able to handle whatever life throws my way. If I can get everything done.
I hate the fact that I’m not sure of what it is next. I constantly feel like I’m grasping at straws. Just looking for a stable environment. Just hoping that something actually comes out good with no hiccups or confusion.
This year has been a lot of firsts. A lot of changes have been made. All while I’m trying to stay positive and focus on the good. The truth is life isn’t always easy. Sometimes it’s hard to save yourself let alone anyone else and I have children to be there for. Good or bad I HAVE to figure it out.
Please send me your prayers. Positivity and blessings. I’ll be blogging about Love for the month of February. This way I’ll look for it all month long.
Today I’m in love with the ideal of heading to Arizona. Wish me luck because I’m gonna need it.
C. L Cunningham
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