On Driving

I love driving alone. That’s usually when things come to me, even when I don’t call them. Like today, driving to see a friend, I got the clearest message out of nowhere: “My heart is trying to tell me something.” End of message. Don’t ask me what that means, but it’s something to think about. And then my friend told me something that kind of… made my heart grow a little bit for a few different reasons. And driving home, I sang along to “Blood on the Tracks” at the top of my lungs for for the first time in far too long. I love driving alone.