…I’m back in the saddle.
Everyone has their “woe is me” moments and I think it’s important to indulge in a pity party once in a while.
Table for 2, please: one will be me, the other my bruised ego. No need to bring wine glasses, we’ll be drinking straight out of the bottle.
Once the hangover has worn off the next morning, it’s time to brush the proverbial dirt off your shoulders and get back up to bat.
I realize I’m using a lot of different analogies here–but isn’t variety the spice of life? I think that last one is technically an idiom.
For my resurrection from vegging out in my PJs watching bad British television, I didn’t require much. All it took was a quick drive up the Pacific Coast Highway to get things into perspective.
Because it’s hard to stay in Grouchland when you’re faced with a sight like this:
For some, it may be the view of the rolling hills that gets the blood rushing through your complacent veins. For others, it might be the sight of that Jack in the Box to the left of the shot.
Don’t play. You know the sight of a cookies and cream milkshake from Chick-fil-A is more than enough inspiration for the average person to put out a blazing fire with nothing but a bucket and an antiquated water pump.
I started in Santa Monica and cruised my way up to Malibu.
As in Malibu Barbie. Or the Chevy Malibu. Or most of the locations for the television show Baywatch.
The water is absolutely picturesque no matter the time of day or the weather. I happened to be driving on a stereotypical California day and the water looked like this:
So, while whizzing down the road, listening to the Disney Pandora Station (get that judgment out of your eyes!), I decided to get a grip–
–look forward to the coming spring–
and cheer the heck up.
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