On every other Sunday afternoon at about 4pm,
I have to drive from Pinson, AL
back to Tuscalooosa.
I don't like this, but at the same time I do .
Driving for an hour (or 50 minutes, yesterday),
affords me the time I need to process new
questions and ponder future plans.
Do you ever need time alone
just to think about whatever?
Or time to listen to songs that
This is actually the first Journey song that I remember
hearing as a kid in a movie that I probably should
not have been allowed to watch at that age.
Last American Virgin. (Favorite scene: cocaine/sweet'n low)
Anyway, I digress.
Before April of this year, all I really thought
about during this song was that I was alone.
Now, I reflect on it and think happy thoughts
about all of the time that I had to wait.
Even though I wasn't all that patient for the time to come.
I'm really glad that it has.
Have a great Monday!