Three Months
Three months ago today I was cruising down Route 1 through Big Sur with Ben.
Three months. A quarter of a year. 25% of 2014.
It was the first day of the rest of my life, in a very real way. I had packed up my belongings, left on a jet plane, and was looking forward to never looking back again.
Well, from this vantage point, here’s a bit of looking back—at pictures from that day in Big Sur. It was cloudy, but I didn’t mind. It gave the drive a more ethereal quality. I was up in the clouds, looking down over a sea of swirling fog. But somehow my feet were still touching the ground.
Ben, who was kind enough to host this stranger for a week in Monterey, said that what he liked about hanging out with me was that I didn’t mind a total lack of planning—that I was content to just wing it.
I laughed my face off when he told me this. Was someone really honestly describing me as someone who could be happy without a plan?
I take it as a measure of my success. I’m approaching 2014 with a different mindset. I’m finding excuses to say yes. I’m making things up as I go along. I’m letting life happen, and staying along for the ride.
2014 is for letting the unexpected whisk me away. I’ll find my way back next year.
Head on over to Flickr for more photos from the day. My only regret is that the Internet is insufficient to convey the fresh smell of fir trees and eucalyptus riding on the mist.
The road wrapped off the face of the earth…
…and the sun fought to shine through a green-scented mist,
sometimes making its way through triumphantly.
I wore hiking, clothes, as usual…
…and thought of Death Cab for Cutie.
And while this wasn’t strictly from that day, it went a little something like this:
