There is no photo with this post because I dropped my phone in the Puget Sound this weekend. There is a perfect photo for this post on that phone. The phoneless life is interesting…and isolating! Due to several complications in the “getting a new phone” department it’s been 5 days now without a phone. 5 days of real Seattle life with no phone. I feel so disconnected. That, and it’s a miracle that I’ve gotten out of bed on time. I’ve been using the timer on my oven all week as my alarm clock. There’s no snooze and it only beeps twice!

Back to SOMETIMES.

Sometimes it’s the little things that delight me most. And sometimes it’s the commonplace ordinary things that most overwhelm me.

A couple weeks ago I took a solo road trip to Montana. And while driving along glorious stretches of I-90 I found myself thinking about cars and driving. And soon became completely overwhelmed with the very idea of driving. Ya know, humans invented cars and then humans all over the world drive the things everyday like its no big deal. 16 year old kids drive cars. I can drive a car. I do it all the time without thinking twice. I think about it too hard and it’s just the craziest most amazing thing. After a few minutes of these thoughts I can hardly believe cars are a part of my reality.

And let me just tell you –  while busting it out of Seattle and into the land of Montana – alone for 8 hours – I let the novelty of driving and my capability to jump in car and whisk myself over mountains and through multiple states overwhelm me to my core. I also relished in my independence and new found freedom completely: windows down, one foot out the window, Enrique blasting and me sometimes laughing out loud at myself, but mostly singing along at the VERY top of my lungs(if I told you which song I had on repeat you might blush!).

The end.

Last night I set up my new tent in my living room. Then, I turned on Mumford & Sons, got inside my tent and hung out for awhile. I was having so much fun I decided to sleep in my new tent in my living room. And, I loved it. Well, I loved it till about 3AM when I traded it for my bed in the next room.

On the radio on the way to work a few days ago I heard that Maya Angelou had passed away. And then, that just a few days before she passed she had tweeted the above. May you rest in peace Ms. Angelou. Thank you for your writing and the wonderful thoughts and words you contributed to the world. And, for that final tweet. I needed those words that morning this week.