All last week I was thinking about how I had no interest in driving to Manchester. I went to college there and I don’t have much love for that city…
That being said, my best friend just moved there and I would go anywhere for that lady, so I went!
But this story isn’t about Manchester or my friend; it’s about simple pleasures and living in the present.
On the way there, I rediscovered something I had all but forgotten. The joy of the ride. The moment where the destination doesn’t matter anymore. The in-the-moment feeling of complete happiness.
I’ve been making a lot of positive changes in my life this year and I think they came to fruition randomly during that car ride.
I was listening to (and singing loudly along with) that new American Authors song Born to Run when I was struck by the idea that I really didn’t want to be anywhere else! Being that I am typically a person who is almost always focused on climbing the next mountain (even if I just finished hiking up six…) this was a true revelation.
It’s funny. At this point in my life I have been a home owner. I have been a home seller. I have had multiple careers. I’ve earned a degree. I’m writing a book.
But none of that really matters does it? It really doesn’t unless I can sing in the car with wild abandon. It doesn’t mean anything unless I can live in the stillness (or dance to the music) and think of nothing else but being truly…happy.