I’m headed back to Arizona for a follow-up visit with the 923 Oak residents I met last month, and spend some QT with my parents too. Now that I’ve quit the working world, I can make a pretty compelling argument to my boss (me) on the merits of finally making time to enjoy the journey.
No better time to cross ‘driving along the California coast’ off the bucket list. I stopped at Ventana Inn (staying overnight is also on the bucket list) and enjoyed lunch on the patio, overlooking the Pacific blanketed in fog on a gorgeous sunny January day.
Highway 1 around Big Sur is particularly windy, with cliffs on one side and the Pacific on the other. Naturally the speed limit is lower, but I found myself behind some drivers that took it reeeally slow. It didn’t take long for the effects of my relaxing al fresco lunch to wear off, as I gripped the wheel tighter with each passing turn-out that the drivers in front of me ignored, seemingly unaware of the growing line of cars behind them.
My general impatience is a well-documented weakness, to be sure. I heard a little voice in my head: “What’s your hurry? This is part of your journey!”
I was not on a tight schedule. My destination was Santa Barbara, and I knew I wouldn’t get there before dark anyway.
Here’s what I have begun to accept about myself: I like to stop and smell the roses — I just like to get to each rose patch quickly.
This whole experience is a journey. I am going to work on enjoying all of it – including the parts in between rose patches and 923 Oaks.