Let me set the scene for you. It was 9 a.m. this morning. I had already had my coffee, gone to the bathroom, written in my journal. I actually wrote in my journal on the toilet. This is something I've been doing lately. It's very efficient. And there's something sort of beautiful about it. You know, something sort of beautiful about writing down your feelings while releasing physical negative energy from the day before

on the toilet. You know, there's something spiritual about that. So I did that. I actually wrote two

pages. I had a lot to say. When I don't have a lot to say, I do one page. And it's kind of a struggle

to fill one page sometimes because they just don't have that much to say. Today, clearly, I had something to say. In 9 a.m. hits and it's time of a struggle to fill one page sometimes because they just don't have that much to say.

Today, clearly I had something to say. In 9 a.m. hits and it's time for my morning walk. This is something I've been doing almost daily for the last month. I've been a walker for years. I love a walk,

but I've been really consistent for the last month with a morning walk. And I do the same walk every time I walk in my neighborhood

for the most part. Actually, I have two roots, one that's shorter, if I'm not in the mood,

to go long, and one longer one. And today I was in the mood for the long one. So my walk starts out

as normal. I tend to see the same people every single day walking their dog,

maybe driving off to work. Everything was happening as expected. I really enjoyed my walk.

I actually talked to my dad a little bit on the phone, very therapeutic, as it always is.

And I'm coming around the bend towards the end of my walk. I'm almost back at my house.

And a car starts backing out of its driveway.

So naturally, I stop because the person driving the car can't see me.

And I'm waiting for them to pull out and leave, and then I'll continue walking on.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

I briefly interrupt this

episode to let you know that this episode is presented by Volkswagen. Don't get me wrong.

Sometimes I love to be a passenger. Growing up, I loved sitting passenger seat in my dad's old Volkswagen,

wind in my hair, listening to music. There was something magical and carefree about it.

But once I got my driver's license, I've loved being in the driver's seat ever since.

Not just in the car, but in my life as well.

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