Getaway Car (An Ode to Doodles)

Today's listening for this post is Audioslave's "Getaway Car". It's been a "Getaway Car" kind of week, which will make all the more sense to you once you give the song a thorough listen.

You know what my favorite fact of my life is? 

It's that my first friend and my last friend will always be my Brother.

I’ve known that since my eyes popped open in this universe and I’ve known that since I became a fully sentient, in control of my own body as a human being. 

Let’s remember the Purpose of Pragmatic and Pretty. 

This isn’t a blog about my story, it’s about multiple stories and how they’ve intertwined.

With this purpose-driven blog about Narrative Medicine, I’ll be digging deep into my own Pavlov’ed psyche to explore connections I’ve made along my 30 years - but in order to do that, I must work backwards and go forwards.

My starting point is always my Brother. My brother has always been my rhythm and rhyme.

He has taught me how to follow the rhythm of life and march alongside the drummer’s beat our entire lives.

My brother is also singlehandedly the best director I know. He has been directing me forward in life since our father died and he hasn’t missed a beat. 

My brother has been at the wheel of my Getaway Car since we were 12 and 14, respectively. 

He got his license nearly two years later and he was the one driving me to every pre-party or after party. He drove me to school. He drove me to and from his AM & PM football practices.

Those drives were always my favorite each day of school, because we'd get at least a car ride back and forth together (no matter how short or long) to catch up and pulse check our feelings. 

We've spent hours together having some of the best nonsensical and sensical conversations with my brother cruising behind the wheel and me as his original Passenger Princess.

Thanks to my brother, I lived the lifestyle of an athlete and director my entire life. We've always shared the same vision for what we want out of our lives as siblings. 

Beat for beat, we've marched this life path together and I have loved every second of being his sister. As we say, we've been in it together from Womb to the Tomb. 

If one was doing it so was the other. If Brother could do it, Sister could do it. Vice versa. Drop it. Reverse it. Flip it. Twist it. Bop it. Pull it. Pass it. 

Over and over again until Brother & Sister were topsy-turvy, twisted. 

There’s no game my brother and I could play together that we can't figure out together, because we can read each other so intuitively it requires no thought. 

We were each other's first play mates so it was only natural that our bond is so strong.

He has been and always will be my hands at the wheel guiding me through life.

He’s gotten me through my first 30 and I know he’ll be there for every step of the next 30.

All one person needs is a purpose. All one person needs is one really great Brother. 

All one person needs is a Getaway Car and endless love and support.

I’ve always had that, which is why I’ve been able to figure out my shit in the exact right amount of time. 

My Brother has been holding down the fort for me since we were children. 

He’ll do it when we’re back in diapers in our 90s. 

Trust the process. Nobody knows that better than my Brother. 

We bleed Red, but we also bleed all the other colors in this vibrant world. And we do it together. It’s that sibling thing.