Two days amd counting before we drive over one of the longest bridges on the planet. Moriarty and I both have anxiety connected with bridges. But we're doing it. The only thing we have to fear is fear itself. Bridges are metaphors. For change. We cross a bridge and life changes. More on this later.
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I talked on the phone with my pal, li'l em kel about this bridge thing. Thanks for your support, my good friend.
Life is a series of bridges. We've driven over many on our way here to Marathon Key. I've been scared shitless of much I have faced in this life. People scare me' it's like I'm allergic to people. But I approach people now. Engage them in conversation. The more we get to know people, the less frightening they are. I'm a nervous guy. The medication helps. The therapy helped. The woman I married gets me, and I would be lost, lost without her. She is my " Angel of the Bridge." That John Cheever short story about a bridge too far and too long. You can get over this ( bridge ). But you can't do it alone.
Life is a series of bridges. We've driven over many on our way here to Marathon Key. I've been scared shitless of much I have faced in this life. People scare me' it's like I'm allergic to people. But I approach people now. Engage them in conversation. The more we get to know people, the less frightening they are. I'm a nervous guy. The medication helps. The therapy helped. The woman I married gets me, and I would be lost, lost without her. She is my " Angel of the Bridge." That John Cheever short story about a bridge too far and too long. You can get over this ( bridge ). But you can't do it alone.
Didja make it?
We did, indeed. It was a piece of cake, actually. Moriarty drove and had absolutely no problem with it, as I shouted encouragement from under the dinette in the back of the camper.
Actually I think I could do it and may drive today, as we head off The Keys. Thanks again for your support, my friend.
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