I’m sitting on the hood of my car at my dad’s shop, enjoying the evening breeze. My hand is numb from practicing guitar, working on cars, and cleaning the shop. I continue to adjust to my new life, while also being who I’ve always been.
I guess my dad could be called an alcoholic, but there’s value in being with him right now. I sense a bigger story taking place, and I’m going with the flow. I often feel happy, and that’s a sign that I’m on the right path, and yet, things can change overnight.
I feel like my life makes more sense now; I have a more complete understanding of my experiences. I’ve definitely moved beyond whatever fears I might have had before. I’m glad I get to write about and share what I’m living.