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3000 miles...

      ...and I am exhausted. Just a little over an hour and a half ago, I reached 3000 miles on my trip, and as I sit here in this hotel room, in Fort Stockton, TX, I am realizing how tired I am. Isn't vacation supposed to be refreshing and relaxing? Yet, I feel neither. I feel as though I am running on fumes, like my car was moments ago before I gave her a drink.
      I spent that last hour thinking about all the things I have done, all the people I have seen, all the wonderful food I have eaten, and I realize I am so blessed. I have everything I need and all the love and support a person could ask for, and because of that, I am truly blessed.
      It took everything in my power to turn on my computer and type this, so this post is uber short. But, I wanted to thank everyone, thus far, who has extended a gracious hand to host me and be there for me in just a manner to show me love. I love each and everyone of you. (I am sure this will not be the last thank-you post.)
      I suppose, as I think back on the last 300 thousand miles, I have learned one very important lesson: be in the moment. Don't stress about something that has happened, or will happen, just be. I tend to do that very well, but sometimes, I can get caught up in past or future happenings and forget that the present is the most important thing I have. The present will be the past and so we must live so those present moments are worth remembering.
      Ah...blessed sleep. My butt has been on this bed no less than 15 minutes, and it wants to sleep. Be blessed my friends and family. Be blessed. "The road goes ever on and on..."

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