Driving is cheap therapy
Last night I was driving home from a friend's birthday dinner in the rain and my brain started turning about a lot of stuff. That's when I realized that driving is the only time I allow myself to be alone with just my thoughts and the music playing on the radio. I'm forced to. Otherwise, it's always go-go-go for me. I'm the worst at just relaxing. If I'm sick, forget it, I still go running and try to continue on with my normal routine (and prob stay sicker longer than I should because I don't chill out). My body doesn't know what rest is. If I don't have anything to do, I find something, quick.
Instead of driving the four miles home and going to bed, I decided to drive a bit further. I drove about ten miles out of my way, ended up at WinCo (for milk and granola), but mainly as an excuse to myself for making the drive and then headed back home. It was a productive meeting with myself. I think I may try it again soon. Or, just try to schedule a little more down time for myself. What a novel idea.
Off to run a lot of miles (my church of choice)! And then a little Oscar night celebration with a few friends. Happy Sunday!
Instead of driving the four miles home and going to bed, I decided to drive a bit further. I drove about ten miles out of my way, ended up at WinCo (for milk and granola), but mainly as an excuse to myself for making the drive and then headed back home. It was a productive meeting with myself. I think I may try it again soon. Or, just try to schedule a little more down time for myself. What a novel idea.
Off to run a lot of miles (my church of choice)! And then a little Oscar night celebration with a few friends. Happy Sunday!
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Sad?
I'd call it this because while I was out I would sort out all the random thoughts in my head and decide what was worth storing away and what needed to be binned or forgotten about.