I’m driving aimlessly even though I do have somewhere to go. Things don’t seem real right now. Less than twenty-four hours ago I received some horrific news and I’ve been a zombie ever since. I’m trying to keep it together for the people who love me but I don’t know when I’m going to recover from this. In fact, I may never recover.
I promised my family that I would just take it one day at a time. And so I’m going to do what I had in my diary today, which was to get a tyre service. Near Toowoomba, there aren’t many places to get your tyres fixed and so I have to drive right to the other side of town to visit the mechanic. I’ll admit, I’m enjoying the drive. The nothingness of the freeway is helping me clear my head. I enjoy long drives because they give me time to think, and after this bombshell, I definitely need the time.
If it was a different task in my calendar I probably wouldn’t have done it, but I knew getting a tyre service meant a long drive and a working car afterwards. I’ll need my car working to be able to come to terms with all of this. I need alone time really badly.
I don’t know how I’m going to survive after getting this news. I’m hoping the auto mechanic will have some advice on what to do. I can’t talk to my family about it because they don’t know what to do either. We’re all suffering through this together so it would be nice to have some guidance from someone who is removed from the situation. I wonder what the mechanic will say. At least even if he doesn’t have advice I’m still going to get a tyre service and my wheels will be nicely aligned. That will be good because I need to drive a safe car now, more than ever.