Driving on Ice

There are many idioms individuals possess that, however illogical, somehow maintain our sanity and ease our worry in the midst of confusion or in my case, displacement. For me, these are:

Checking my email every thirty minutes to see if any divine answers have come to me through my inbox.


—Following dimly lit roads after accidently (absent-mindedly) taking a wrong turn, praying that I don’t end up in an industrial park…or a ditch.


—Reminding myself to breath when I hear one of my favorite songs, the one that takes me away to my dreams (especially when driving through deliverance on the wing of a prayer).


And of course there are other guilty pleasures, like singing along with baritones in ballads, and eating ice cream straight from the carton. When you find yourself in a brand spankin’ new arena, its best to hold tightly to something familiar with your left hand, while reaching forward with your right.

Author: melbell51

Aspiring travel writer and slow nomad.

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