Happy Halloween!
Well, I hope everyone's having a pleasant holiday! I'm on the road to Houston with my fellow medic trainee, Brian. We're going to some kind of electronica concert tonight (in costume). And, in the morning, I'll be meeting up with the most anticipated Keilah, from eHarmony! After that I intend to get a lot of sleeping done before a night out at the bar with Brian (and his sister?) followed by a morning at one of the two churches Brian enjoys.
One of my very favorite, and certainly most nostalgic, things to do is drive or ride long at night. My family drove through the night a lot, the whole time I lived at the house, and it takes me back to that. Perhaps my dearest and oldest mental image is that of being a small child, snug inside the backpack of a running, Native American mother. Kind of funny, huh? It's an image that has always brought waves of peace and comfort, regardless of how real the troubles around me have made themselves. Of course, the image goes well with riding along on a long road trip through the dark country.
However, riding with Brian, I've felt horribly anxious the entire time. I am utterly exhausted from the long, hard, good week of training, but I cannot come anywhere near relaxed enough to fall asleep. I close my eyes for only a few seconds and I become sure that the car is just about to leave the road and crash. I feel my life is at risk the entire time... I've never been this bothered from riding in a car before... Brian drives fine, which is what makes this all so weird. I wonder if my crash from falling asleep at the wheel, last year, has anything to do with this? The anxiety I am experiencing even while I type this blog entry is agonizing. I pray it will be resolved soon....
His Peace,
Jake