On the road. Discovering who This New Man is.
A funny thing now, looking back. The Fremont Diner is a favorite burger place on the edge of the Sonoma Valley. It’s food is memorable and its decor reflecting the edge of many roads.
I laugh now thinking about how the decor of this place Ida rusted out, fading away, sexy reflection of an old truck that would no longer roll down the daily road.
For us though we knew it to be the starting place for the personal places of La Parada.
I remember sitting there, my partner and the dogs feeling antsy to get rolling. But I was still looking in the mirror.
More than any of us, I knew the place we had been parked was no longer good for us. We weren’t free any more to be what we wanted; we definitely were not being appreciated for what we were trying to do. In a way, we were in the months before our own rusted out Fremont truck.
The 2006 Ford Escape — our SUV home on the road — was ready and willing to go. It was time to move from where we were starting in order to decide which routes to take to the future. And I knew we had to go.
The decision had been made but my heart was stuck in neutral.
Today I sit in a little town in Michigan knowing that this might not be the highway to a fast future. People don’t seem to want to start their races from here.
But funny thing is, I feel differently. I can tell better about the limitations of where we are and wanting to understand more about where we’re going.
It’s not time to roll yet, but my vehicle isn’t so badly rusted any more.
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