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I think too much. I’m the first to admit it. Maybe you do too sometimes. I go through periods when I just can’t stop thinking. Since I’m a professional writer, I get to reflect about things like the meaning of life and whether we have free will and what shop sells the best ice cream. Important things. Deep things. In this blog and elsewhere, I write about all kinds of stuff. But there comes a moment when enough is enough, even for me. I really have to stop thinking for a while and find some way to clear my head. I’m telling you all of this because I’ve found a good system. And if you’re visiting our sunny area or if you live here, perhaps the same system also might work to clear your head a bit.
I go driving. Especially in the evening. I’m lucky enough to have a new convertible, a nice PT Cruiser with Sirius satellite radio. The convertible helps in this unwinding process, I suspect, but it isn’t essential. Hey, anyone can roll down the windows and feel the wind in their hair. So I lower the convertible top, turn on the tunes and head out on the highway. My car may not be a motorcycle and I probably wasn’t born to be wild. I may not even be looking for adventure. I’m not sure. But, wow, it really feels good.
My usual route takes me around Fort Lauderdale first, often north on 17th Street. I go motoring over the tall bridge, my hair getting wind-whipped and tangled. I think there’s usually a smile on my face. My whims determine where I go next. I may keep heading north on A1A, into Lauderdale-by-the-Sea and beyond, maybe all the way to Pompano Beach. Or I may head west on Las Olas and swing through downtown. Eventually, I circle around and make my way back to Dania Beach, where I live. But the brief ride does me a world of good for some reason. Behind the wheel of my sporty convertible, I feel free. I begin to relax. And yes, I actually stop thinking. It is a tonic and I recommend it to you excessive thinkers out there. You know who you are.
I go driving. Especially in the evening. I’m lucky enough to have a new convertible, a nice PT Cruiser with Sirius satellite radio. The convertible helps in this unwinding process, I suspect, but it isn’t essential. Hey, anyone can roll down the windows and feel the wind in their hair. So I lower the convertible top, turn on the tunes and head out on the highway. My car may not be a motorcycle and I probably wasn’t born to be wild. I may not even be looking for adventure. I’m not sure. But, wow, it really feels good.
My usual route takes me around Fort Lauderdale first, often north on 17th Street. I go motoring over the tall bridge, my hair getting wind-whipped and tangled. I think there’s usually a smile on my face. My whims determine where I go next. I may keep heading north on A1A, into Lauderdale-by-the-Sea and beyond, maybe all the way to Pompano Beach. Or I may head west on Las Olas and swing through downtown. Eventually, I circle around and make my way back to Dania Beach, where I live. But the brief ride does me a world of good for some reason. Behind the wheel of my sporty convertible, I feel free. I begin to relax. And yes, I actually stop thinking. It is a tonic and I recommend it to you excessive thinkers out there. You know who you are.
posted by LauderBLOGGER at 4:53 PM
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