Rte 6A meanders effortlessly on the north side of Cape Cod, the bay side. It is a road seemingly untouched by time, now gracefully stark and barren in the depths of winter. It’s a road I’ve inconveniently yet intentionally travelled for many decades.
Intentionally, mostly when I need some time to just be me. Not a husband, a son, a brother, a dad, a friend.
Silently observing, reflecting, recharging.
I can always count on the serenity and simplicity of the flowing miles between Sandwich and Orleans to help me rediscover the serenity and simplicity I often forget are available within me.
May we all take the time to prioritize those places which allow us to reconnect with our most authentic, deepest self.
Self care is not optional.