for the glory of it all…

I drove on the freeway today.
Truth be told, it was the one I was the least scared of (but scared nonetheless!).
But I still drove on the freeway.

And this is so sad, but I had this huge adrenaline rush right after I exited to get off because I had worked myself up so much before I made it to the freeway.
So sad.

I’m about to go do it again: face my fears.
During rush hour.
Great.
Not the best time.

I’m eating a wonderful salad, and perfectly content just to sit in my apartment and stare out the window and pretend that just because it’s bright and sunny outside means it’s 80 too! (it’s 50-something…BRR!)