What a wonderful thing. To listen to afternoon programs on the radio while preparing a late lunch. To take time for yourself and get lost in creative thoughts, to finally turn off the radio before the neighbors come back from work, and enjoy true silence.
On my very first driving lesson, the thing that really worked ease the anxiety of staying on the road (driving straight forward so to speak and not fall off the side of the road) was that wherever I wanted the car to go, I had to focus my eyes on that point. My heart was racing and my eyes kept looking at everything but the road.
The lesson had a great impact on me. I was eigtheen.
I remember the day I arrived in new york "for good". The feeling of freedom, and the terror of the unknown repressed in my throat. I remember the muggy air and the great mistake of a sweater I was wearing. It was fifteen years ago.