On Thursday, I drove to DC for a quick and dirty 24 hour trip. My main objective was a business lunch with my new boss and colleagues. But, any trip to DC gets bananas quickly because of all the former coworkers, classmates and other fun people who live there, know me and want to get together.
It usually starts at the PA/MD border as I drive south. In 2007, the year I married Ron, I worked in Northern Virginia and spent my weekends in PA with Ron. The road between DC and my house is well worn. I drove it so often, it became meditative. So, when I drive it these days, it is very easy to slip into my old self. To see that girl and have her ride along with me.
That girl could have never ever even imagined the woman I have grown into. That girl could not have seen all the blessings in my life. She never would have thought of have 6 years of yoga practice under her belt or pursuing yoga teacher training. A podcast. A son.
The drive between my house and Washington, DC is well worn and still very emotional for me. I love the girl I used to be. I love her and miss her.
But I am so happy to be who I am today.