Hapiness can come in 4s

I'm driving, or riding rather, through the mountains of Tennessee headed towards a place I used to call home. Home to memories, home to change, home to hurt, home to confusion. But the woman I was when that was home has been long gone. The woman, who when she lived in that home, thought she had it all figured out. It's funny how we think we've got the path our life will take all mapped out. We know when to go. When to turn right. When to turn left. When to speed up. Ironically, we never know when to slow down. Life is a lot better when we slow down. My life's circumstances and the man sitting next me have taught me to slow down. While my life on the outside looks extremely hectic and jammed packed, and it is, it's all at a pace that I can handle and at a pace in which I am enjoying and savoring every single moment. I'm not checking things off a list, making another set of New Year's resolutions, watching birthdays fly by. I'm breathing and enjoying a life that I never knew would exist for me. A life I hadn't mapped out, but once I slowed down it found me... or he found me. And because I didn't have this mapped out I almost missed out on one of the best things that has ever happened to me... well 4 of the best things that have ever happened to me.