Yesterday, I hit the road in an attempt to calm some of the restlessness that seems to be overtaking me. I didn’t have a set destination in mind, but I had heard some good things about Los Olivos. I headed up the 101, and figured that if I got tired of driving, I’d just stop
I have this fabulous friend who is literally selling all of her belongings and hitting the road. When I last spoke with her, she had a general end destination, but the journey was far more important– as it usually is. I have to say that I’ve had more than one pang of envy since speaking
The “you can’t always get what you want” theory (or lyric, if you prefer) seemed to get reinforced somewhere along this winding road. For instance, I do not look like Marion Cotillard (unacceptable). I did not find the inspiration to write the next great American novel (which was at least partially the point). Colin Firth
So I’m sitting at the Jeep dealer waiting for my car, and I’m trying to look on the bright side of life. Yes, I could do without this maintenance expense, but the vehicle is more than 15 years old, and it hasn’t been troublesome. In fact, it has been pretty wonderful, so I will not