Overthinking is a bad habit of mine. It always has been. The drive home to Asheboro today was a long one. For some reason I was listening to my "bad-ass lady" music: Ani DiFranco (Not a Pretty Girl), PJ Harvey (Rid of Me), and the Breeders (Last Splash). And I was thinking. Dwelling in decisions I have to make, decisions I want to make but can't, decisions I know I should make but won't, and the like.
Driving down Highway 49 through the outskirts of Charlotte, I hit traffic. I found myself behind a car with personalized tags. I struggled to figure out what their tag meant: 4ARESON, and then I realized it was "for a reason" and I felt so silly because of what I had said the other day, and yet here I was, so easily slipping into the familiar pattern of worrying over every little thing.
I don't want to do that any more. I guess I'll just have to keep reminding myself. It was nice to get some help today.
I'm off to the beach tomorrow. I'll post some pictures afterwards.
Peace and love to you if you find yourself reading this,
Charity :)
1 comment:
I think you get that from me, if that's possible. I find myself doing the same thing while driving especially.
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