Giving thanks to the road beneath me and the vast land around me. I realize that I don’t want to go back; I want to move forward. Just thinking about going back makes me tired and sad. Thinking about going forward, while scary, exhilarates me and the heaviness lifts from my chest. All roads leading to this place in time. This is part of my journey. As the engine roars it is as though I see a path clear just for my ride through this storm. As I make my way, the rain washes me clean. Restores my energy and my faith in my journey. I face the storm. I gain strength as I am cleansed of this burden.
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