Do you remember that movie “Forrest Gump”? How slow and deliberate Forrest was in everything he did? I had a chance for that this past holiday weekend when my husband and I drove up north to visit his parents.
I’m not good with long drives (this one was 7 hours), so I kept myself busy by surfing the internet, completing some RE stuff, and chatting with a relative for about 2 hours. The next thing I know, I’m there! Then I have to start over again and try and unwind. We were in a small town in California’s Gold Rush country, and the sky was this amazing shade of blue. We could actually see stars at night, and the quiet was deafening.
But I was still anxious. My Blackberry didn’t get any internet service, as well as my laptop. I had to bug my husband to drive to the only Starbuck’s for miles around so I could check my e-mails. I just knew someone was going to e-mail me about wanting me to sell their 5 million dollar estate overlooking Malibu. NOT!
How can we be so used to going 90 miles an hour that when we get a chance to “Gump It” we can’t?
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