The Journey

When I was a teenager, my family rented a little red convertible while visiting my grandparents at their retirement community in Florida. One day, while taking a spin around the enclosed neighborhood, we passed a lovely old couple taking their daily jaunt. "Slow down!" was all that we heard as we "sped" by them at a whopping 15 MPH. Well, I must be turning into that little old lady with nothing better to do than to meddle because yesterday while Justin and I were driving up the coast to meet his sister for dinner at a beach-side camp, all I could think was "Slow down!"


All I want to do on Sundays, on my last day of freedom, is to take it back a few notches and RELAX. Justin I know is right there with me. He's constantly uttering things like, "well I guess THEY'RE in a hurry." But everyone else in Southern California seems to be in such a rush to get moving! What's...the deal...with that? Is it really necessary to go 85 MPH at all, let alone on one of the laziest days of the week?


Take some time to enjoy the scenery. The flowers are blooming, the sun is setting, the rag tops are down. There's really no reason that I can think of that people need to be going that fast. I know we live in an iPod, cell phone, rushrushrush society, and like my dad I must be a dinosaur when it comes to the newest "social" technology. But really, It's quite a shame to think that the kids of the newer generations are missing the point of a Sunday drive. The point, dear friends, is in the journey...