On my ride up, which was about four hours, left me alone with my thoughts. I used to have more than enough down time to be alone with my thoughts when I drove to the east coast multiple times a week. Not so much anymore. I didn't have a whole lot on my mind accept for the fact that it feels good to finally be living to the fullest. I was driving down back country roads (which I should know better is no place for a Jersey girl) but I was surely all alone. I found myself with the music blaring and singing at the top of my lungs.
She grew up on side of the road
Where the church bells right & strong love grows
She grew up good
She grew up slow
Like American honey
Steady as a preacher
Free as a weed
Couldn't wait to get goin'
But wasn't quite ready to leave
So innocent, pure & sweet
American honey
Made me realize how content I am with where I am right now. That I did grow up slow. I grew up going to church and wearing a uniform. I grew up climbing trees & riding bikes. Free-spirited, with messy hair and skinned knees. My sister was my best friend & on summer nights, my dad & I would slow dance on the back porch. I matured as nature intended.
It was a much needed reminder of my roots. Of who I am- if you take every outside factor away- on the inside..down to my core. It was a breath of fresh air that I am still that girl and now, I have the means to focus on that girl. That for years now, I've been rushing through life, hurrying to the finish line, wishing time away. I couldn't wait to get going. Now, I'm not sure I'm quite ready to leave. I'm content letting time do it's job. Allowing things to happen as nature intends.
In the meantime, I will be reconnecting with my faith, discovering new passions, making a difference & being that same free-spirit, running around with bare feet and a suntan, hopefully, one day, someone else will love as much as I love being me :)
In the meantime, I will be reconnecting with my faith, discovering new passions, making a difference & being that same free-spirit, running around with bare feet and a suntan, hopefully, one day, someone else will love as much as I love being me :)
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