The unknown can be scary, but sometimes returning to a place that has tested your mettle at some point in the past takes more courage. Today I went somewhere that has made me cry out in frustration, made me doubt that I could ever move on, made me swear I would never return—the New Jersey Turnpike.
Actually I drove the length of New Jersey, first on the New Jersey Turnpike and then on the Garden State Parkway.
What made this journey more difficult was this toy. My seven-year-old just got it for her birthday and I ALLOWED HER TO TAKE IT IN THE CAR. Why? Why?????
Anyway, I am at the beach this week. Not sure how many brave things will tempt me away from staring blissfully at the ocean. I have a few things in mind (courageously ordering a fourth margarita, intrepidly building experimental architectural elements into our sandcastles), but I may boldly break my own rule for this blog and claim vacation time for at least a few days.