Last
Saturday, my best friend Lex and I made the 5hour trek from San Diego to Las
Vegas. This wasn’t our first road trip together and it won’t be our last, but
like all the ones that came before, there is no one I would rather have in the
car than her. I blogged about this lovely woman many leaves back, yet, there
will never be enough words to describe how important she has become in my life.
About 7.5 years ago, Lex and I embarked on a journey that forever shaped who we
are as individuals. If you would have asked us back then what was to become of
us, there would be much laughter. We have both grown incredibly, thriving in
life, taking on new challenges, discovering who we are, and always remembering
where we started. So many things have changed since our freshmen year dorm
room, still there is a part embedded in our identity, reigniting each time we
connect again. Lex truly knows the deepest parts of my soul, holding me
accountable for who I am and always believing in me. The friendship we have
with one another is rare. It is powerful on a level that I hope everyone in the
world has the opportunity to encounter in their lives. She is my person, the
one I can call from my darkest corner to be greeted with kind words and an open
heart. Somehow Lex knows how to make everything okay when I seem to think the
world is falling apart. As I begin to wrap up this beautiful fifty-two
expedition, I am so very thankful to be able to share my wholehearted life with
Lex. There is nothing greater in this world than connection with people who
truly love you for you. No matter where we go or what is next, Lex will be
there and I for her.
My title for
this week’s leaf is inspired by the Jason Aldean song “On My Highway”. It
started playing after I left Lex in Las Vegas and was continuing my drive home
to Cedar City. I became captivated by the words as Jason talks about the “highway”
as a metaphor for his life. In the first verse he sings:
On my highway,
the yellow lines
Have disappeared from
time to time
And I've wound up
On the wrong side of the
road
On my
highway, I've gone too fast
Afraid that I might
finish last
I hooked a curve too
hard and lost control
Oh, I never know which
way it's gonna go
But what a feelin'
chasin' the sun
Livin' my life like it's
shot from a gun
Laughin' a little bit
more with every mile
Oh, what a freedom
racin' the wind
Dyin' to know what's
around the next bend
And smilin' as I watch
the years roll by
I'm learnin' how to take
it day by day
On my highway
The highway
metaphor made sense for me. I have lived the life where I have worked hard to
continue on the same road—being perfect, trying not to disappoint anyone, etc.,
etc. It kept me above water for a long time, but it never propelled me to the
surface. Once I started embracing the highway to my heart, the kind of life that
Jason talks about in the song, the surface never seemed closer. There are days
where I need the “yellow lines”, the ones that keep me focused and motivated on
my goals. My favorite days though, are the ones where I let the yellow lines
go. When I throw my clothes around the room, leave my bed unmade, cry because it
feels good, love with my whole heart, make moves on a crowded dance floor,
smile at a stranger, get lost in Dallas’s arms, laugh uncontrollably with my
friends, and have an everlasting faith that everything will be okay. Those are
the moments that make up my highway.
So it only
seems fitting that my road trip home with Lex be titled “On My Highway”, both
literally and figuratively. And also because without Lex who knows what my
highway would look like. One of the greatest blessings that has come from my
wholehearted journey is the deep appreciation I have for the relationships that
are part of my life. Through the good and the bad, I am a better person because
of the individuals that I have encountered in my life, the beautiful
friendships I surround myself with, the love I have for an amazing man and the
graciousness and support I receive from my family. People make my highway of
life much more exciting.
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