Today it was 82 degrees, except it felt way warmer. I decided to drive around and put my shuffle on. My song came on several songs into the list. There was something beautiful about it. I said before that when I hear that song that I can see myself sitting next to the hospital window, looking outside. But as I heard that song, I wasn’t sitting there. I wasn’t trapped inside that room, connected to all sorts of machines, not knowing when I’d leave. I wasn’t dreaming about what life was like out that window. Instead, I was driving around on a beautiful day in my car, looking out the windshield. The wind was blowing my hair. I was sweating. I was doing what I wanted to do. And then I realized I was okay. I had made it.