I'm hitting the road early this morning. I have a lot of miles to cover and I want to be out of Los Angeles County well before rush hour begins. Five days up the coast of California, nestled in and around the Bay Area, to finish a photo project, see friends and family, and take a much anticipated photography workshop with a photographer whose work I've long admired.
Admittedly I'm a little anxious about the drive. I tend to go for the long haul and I don't like to make pit stops, but a run of panic attacks recently has me noting that hydratrion is key, (at helping to keep them at arm's length), so the journey might be longer, but it's not an option to not drink a lot of water throughout the day.
Packing is always a thing for me. I hate to have too much and trying to streamline had me ruminating most of Monday away and procrastinating as I always do when I'm trying to pack, which is why my toes are now a pretty, glittery russet red.
The long car ride will do me good despite my slight apprehension. Because overriding any of my perceived or otherwise worries is an almost primal need for alone time as I try shed more of the heaviness I've carried this year, allowing more space for light.
That's what I crave: light.
Lightness in my thoughts and heart.
A lighter being.
