There is a stretch of Highway 40 between North Carolina and Tennessee which, frankly, used to scare the complete crap out of me.
Ten years ago when I began making trips between the two places regularly, I would panic when I had to drive through there. So much so that, when Jason and I were moving to Tennessee, I had to pull the car over so he could drive. I was terrified of all the twists and turns.
Today, as I zipped along, passing traffic on the left with ease, it occurred to me that I wasn't afraid anymore.
I didn't feel paralized with fear.
I didn't step on my brakes as I went around the turns.
I wasn't the same, scared little girl I was ten years ago.
I'm not the same girl I was.
It's probably way more profound than I can make it sound. I'm really tired.
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No. You did great. I am so proud to know you!!
The profound is found in simplicity.
This post? Not really simple, but still ... profound.
Sounded profound to me. And I completely understood. Good for you!
You didn't realize it at the time, but you have grown. You are even more amazing now than you were back then and I am proud to know you.
Blessings, my friend.
I know exactly the part of the road.
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