One Thousand Miles

09.30 | Awhile ago I was filling the Mustang up with gas. It had only a half tank left of gas and figured better doing it now rather than later. I checked the odometer and saw that I had already gone one hundred miles on a half tank of gas.

I then remember how many times I have filled up the Mustang with gas and realized that I must have at least driven over one thousand miles in my life.

One Thousand Miles is a long ways.

I google-mapped how many places I could go that are one thousand miles away and found a couple of cool spots. I could drive to Dallas, Denver, or Niagara Falls. All of those are a thousand miles away and I've only been to one of those places.

Now the Mustang just reached 30,000 miles. Imagine the places you could go with 30,000 miles.

I gave blood today and I talked to this lady about how I was in Texas for a year then came back. She said that it always seemed that the males leave and come back while the females leave and never come back. She told me about her son who lives in Florida and how he would give just about anything for a sixty degree day like it is in Minnesota.

I guess what I'm getting at is that distance brings separation and creates a longing to return. Not just for weather, but for people too. Distance also brings adventure. The best movies always seem to have a lot of travel. I think road trips would be a lot of fun. I would go from one coast to another coast, but only if I had someone to go with.

Distance seems to bring something new to the table. A new attitude, a new life, a new sense of directions. Maybe it's the physical separation that opens up our eyes and releases us from the security blanket of home.

Sometimes adventures don't go very well. Sometimes your tire goes flat and you have nobody to call. Lost in the middle of the desert.

I create distance from God sometimes. I build up walls. Walls of selfishness, pain, anger, control. I put myself first, saying that I can get through this rough patch all by myself and God can take the backseat on this one.

It's usually at the peak of my frustration and when I have put God in the trunk that it all becomes clear. That God is the driver and he wants me to ride shotty. Or maybe I am the driver and God is riding shotty giving me directions in life?

Car concepts are cool.