I have driven a lot these past few days, and I’ve decided that driving can be quite therapeutic. Provided with an impeccable music selection and a coffee in my hand, I am more than willing to hit the road. I left Kokomo Sunday morning and I couldn’t of asked for a better day of driving. Winding along the hills of Indiana on a bright, blue sky morning with the sweet voice of Peter Bradley Adams projected from my speakers was more than I could of asked for. Whats more, I feel as though I am on the brink of something new, and I’ve eagerly soaked up these last moments before life washes my soul. I’m slowly becoming more and more comfortable with not knowing, and I catch myself smiling sometimes because God is funny. And good. And refreshing.