shotgun

sometimes when you've spent 12+ hours total in the car in the past week between the same two cities more than once, and countless hours in the last couple months, well, sometimes you're just done.

and that would be this moment, here, where i am driving braless down 35 drinking some horrible gatorade flavor and singing billy joel songs from my childhood.

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but back up: this was a good day for me. a day where things became clear. a day of unexpected letting go that was accepted, nonetheless. perfect weather. a dream. and a realization that the dream of this day was not the kind of reality i wanted. boy, funny how life works.

i will say though: i had the best outfit. the very best. and i learned something new.