Road trips...

880-580-5-405 

880-24-680-80-50

Not social security numbers. Not phone numbers. These are roads leading to destinations, aka freeways.

In the last couple of weeks I took some time away with my computer because I can't seem to stop working (i.e control freak). Now I mostly travel by myself. It gives me time to think about what I want to write in this blog, or just be more observant of what is going on around me.

As Carl and I used to say...we would never retire because we liked (loved?) what we did! Well, he took non-retirement to a new level (heaven)...and I expect we will meet up at some time!

We also used to say...a change of pace and a change of scenery...go a long way towards making everything seem worthwhile and balanced. Back in those days, I came up with a scheme that we should go away for 2 nights, every six weeks. And we did! And those breaks were much needed and quite wonderful.

When I traveled to southern CA recently... son Evan told me I can beat the traffic if I leave by 6am...traffic on the 880 and 580, and then through LA on the 405, and into San Diego. I left about 6:30am. And I was stuck in traffic from LA to SD for 3 hours on the 405. So it goes. 

Problem was I didn't sleep much before launching out...went to bed at 2:15 and got up at 4:15. So I pulled over several times when I found my self driving and sleeping at the same time. Not good. My bad.

I am not a morning person...but when I need to I can get up and dress myself. And I've seen the most amazing sunrises on these trips! And because I live in my own little world on an island off the coast of Oakland in San Francisco Bay I was not aware of how much traffic was out 'there.' I saw cars for miles and miles (kind of like the song that Pete Townshend sang for The Who). If I had someone next to me in the car I could have poked that person..."Look at those lines of cars! They go on for miles!"

Today, I took a relatively short road trip to Sacramento. I left at 6:10am, having had a few hours of sleep. Wanted to get there by 8am. Got as far as 880-24-680 (East Bay to Walnut Creek to and just beyond). And then I thought...where's my phone? 

I usually have it in my left pocket, but I changed backpacks and OMG! I didn't have it! I turned around and became part of the ever-increasing traffic heading towards San Francisco, but it was still early.

As I was cursing myself about how could I leave my phone behind...I just calmed down. All was well. I went to bed the night before thinking...why worry? God doesn't worry. He is restful, all of the time. And I slept well.

Turned out I arrived at the hotel by 9am...even though the invite said I should be there at 8am. There was pre-meeting activity...and I had not missed a thing. I checked my phone during a break at 10:30 and I had received an email that my clients had an accepted offer on a house. 

The meeting was inspirational, motivational, educational. And I felt restful, and grateful for so many gifts.

Live richly, marilyn

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