We’ve all heard it, that age old expression “life’s about the journey, not the destination”.
The people who have discovered the key to living this life have solved what is quite the conundrum for me. Well, as much as I make an effort to live by this mantra, I usually fail. I’m always looking to the next destination. I don’t mean the final destination (whatever that means) so maybe I should refer to this as the next junction.
To jump ahead, the purpose of this rant is there are few things that actually clear my head and make me feel as if I’m truly living in the moment and not trying to reach that next destination, junction if you will. On that list, cleaning (we’ll get to this another day). Another, and probably my favorite, is to get in a car or on my feet and drive or walk with no destination, no purpose.
You can’t get lost, there are no preconceived expectations and therefore no way to be disappointed. The only essentials: the right mind-set, a camera (for me, often my iPhone), and great music.
Tonight I ended up in the Marin Headlands right at sunset. A spot I’ve been wanting to czech out (thanks for the addition to my vocabulary David) and at one of the most beautiful times of the day.
Some things you cannot choose, some days you cannot lose (thanks Geographer).
I’ve absolutely fallen in love with this city. One of my favorite things about it is still finding new neighborhoods that look totally unique offering a completely fresh perspective. This also applies to the views from outside of the city. I’ve never seen it from this perspective and it was, as it usually is, refreshingly beautiful.
I unintentionally stumbled upon this quaint little hillside town of Sausalito (here is where I wish I had a better camera). Czech it out, another new perspective of San Francisco overshadowing this little hillside town.
Another obsession of mine, breakfasty dinners. Something about having breakfast for dinner, sticking something where it doesn’t belong, has a certain thrill to it (but really I just love breakfast food) and everything else becomes seemingly (Ir)relevent (thanks again David). Let’s just call it a therapeutic ending to a therapeutic evening.
Until next time…