Just Driving

I'm reading 'The Outrun' by Amy Liptrot. It's a true story about a woman's struggle with addiction and - well, so far at least (I've not finished it), how returning to her home on Orkney and to nature is helping her defeat her demons. Perhaps.

In a chapter on corncrakes (the bird, not a typo for a breakfast cereal - be honest, who could write a chapter on that?) I came across something that really struck a chord: "My friend told me about when her mother died, leaving behind a husband and three children. The family went on holiday in America, and my friend described her dad as 'just driving'. You might feel you can't go on, yet you do, just driving to give yourself something to do while things settle, shift and gain form, until the way that life is going to be makes itself clear."

I am still just driving. I need to stop beating myself up over what I think I should be doing or where I think I should be or what I think is missing and just focus on now. Focus on keeping on driving. Everything will unfold when it's time for it to be revealed. Just need to make sure I don't run out of fuel or veer off the road, again.