When my head feels too full, and I need to put myself in a grown up time-out, the best thing I can do for myself is to get in my car, put on an audiobook or some good music, and drive. I don’t need a destination, I just feel like it’s the ultimate in alone time and space.
So last weekend I got in the car, put on some Halsey and drove out of the cell phone service area. I ended up in a small valley town about 45 minutes from where I live. It’s a sleepy town with buildings that obviously haven’t been renovated since the 1940’s (and I’m being generous here). It kind of has a horror movie feel to it – like if I stopped at the (out of service) gas station at the wrong time of night, I’d absolutely get murdered by a crazy guy in a hockey mask.
I was driving along the curving highways, thinking this was a lovely way to spend a sunny afternoon. It got even better when I pulled over into a teeny shale pit off of the highway. I parked my car, pulled out a book and sat on my truck reading for hours. I was fully submerged in my book, until a cricket jumped up on the page and scared the hell out of me. Before heading home and getting away from the damn cricket, I decided to document my peaceful weekend getaway.
You don’t need to travel far to get away – sometimes, the best ways to clear your head are close by. Explore your own back yard.