Getting There
Driving is hell, I only do it when I have to. For over ten years now I've had nightmares of being in car wrecks, in the worst of them I live. If I do more than 20-30 mph I feel like I'm driving on a sheet of ice and about to lose control. Sometimes I get lost, even going to familiar places. It's a 30 minute drive to my clinic. I'm terrified when I get there and, as usual, I have to wait. I feel like the others in the room are watching and judging me, their loud talk rings in my head. I walk through a maze to get to the office, by the time I'm there everything has driven the words I rehearsed for two days from my head. I leave discouraged that very little was accomplished and I face another long scary drive.
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I was most pleased, upon visiting your blog periodcially from when you took a break, to pretty much thinking you would return to writing at some point, and finding that you had indeed resumed hitting the keyboard.
Very glad indeed. Stay well, friend.
Thanks David. your encouragement help get me back on the horse.
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