I’m sitting in my truck, which is surprisingly is my favorite place to be. I like the fact that I’m alone and can’t be disturbed unless I choose to answer the phone or roll down my window. Peace. This is where I find it.
So when a chest full of anxiety hit me this morning I was caught so completely off guard I grabbed two hands full of locs and just held on. It passed quickly and I can breath again, but I truly feel like my peaceful retreat has been invaded.
No place is safe.