The only way out is through
So far I haven’t taken a slew of photos on this trip. The feelings I’ve experienced each day are a little different than those I’ve felt before. Perhaps it is because I left home not in a flurry of excitement but rather with a sense of… duty? Almost as if this trip is part of a process I have to go through in order to get to something on the other side. Like “work” that I need to do for and on myself.
Now, don’t get me wrong – it isn’t that I’m not enjoying myself. But there is an ebbing and flowing through highs and lows. The upside is the frequency and severity of those mood swings is diminished when compared to daily home life. But, on days like yesterday, my solitude can be disrupted by getting stuck in a loop and obsessing over one thought or idea for hours at a clip. I know this trip isn’t magic, but it’s still disappointing when my mind behaves like a skipping record.
So far I have seen a handful of things that I would usually take photos of to share. But, so far I just haven’t. And it’s been obvious shareable stuff like the muffler man in Rocky Mount, North Carolina. No picture. Or the peanut LOVEWork in Emporia, Virginia. No picture. Or the writing in the dust on an SUV rear window that said: “Make someone smile today. You don’t know what they’re going through. It means more than you realize.” No picture.
While riding along I thought about that dust message quite a bit. Why didn’t I snap a photo to share? It’s a message anyone could benefit from. Maybe it was a message that I needed to know for myself. Maybe I need to remember to put other people’s needs ahead of my own and DO that and not just pass it along.