A Return to Sanity
Dear Sanity,
There was a time when
I enjoyed adventure. I had forgotten about those days. For so long I was
convinced that I had social anxiety and that I was crazy, that I imagined beasts
that I had forgotten how adventurous I was. I can now remember the days I first
got my license. I would get in my car and just drive. I couldn't wait to meet
new people, do new things. It first started with the next town over and the
high schools close, Harbor Fields, Kings Park, Huntington, Whitman, Cold Spring
Harbor. As I wrote this different people could me to mind, memories I had
forgotten, laughs I had buried. Eventually I made friends with people I'm
Commack then Breezy Point. Weekend after weekend I would pack my car full of
Northport friends and head out of town. Sometimes we had a destination other
nights we just drove. Now that I think about it San Francisco and Sedona in my
younger years we're done the same way. It was about finding myself but also
finding adventure. The darkness of my marriage blocked out all the happiness I
actually experienced in my life.
Today, right now, I'm
once again in the car with my best friend off on an adventure. It feels so good
to be me again.
........
Woo Hooo!!!
That was so much fun.
The fun was the comfort. As we walked the strip and talked about the people we
saw, the shops we gazed into and the incredible food we ate, I can confidently
say the best part was the company. Finding myself and unapologetically embrace
who I am has allowed me to find someone who compliments the real me, a best
friend to adore and be adored by. The adventures make life worth living. Having
a best friend with you on the ride makes it amazing!
I am not crazy!!!!
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