Sometimes I wonder if I don't think enough when I drive. I just drive and drive and I watch nothing as the world screams by me at unusual speeds (because, who went seventy miles an hour seventy years ago?). It's therapeutic though.
But then again, I feel like I think too much during those times. Growing up (of course, I'm still doing that) I've had plenty of driving time, splitting my life between two families, and being devoted to my high school band and whatnot. I think I think more than people normally would because of this; but maybe I've grown a tolerance to driving...
I need to chew my food slower. Taste it. I need to play the piano deeper. Feel it. I need to ride the road lower. Experience it.
Because I think that's something that we too often fail to do with our lives, viz. experience them.
You know, I've never been to a costume party before. But then again, I've been to very few parties at all. But I'm excited. I'm going to be Rick Blaine. But don't worry because I won't bring up Paris. That's poor salesmanship.
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