Pineapple Express

There's something about car rides and beautiful landscape that really makes a person think. My twenty minute drive to work on the 101 provides a lot of time for this. And it's not like I say "Ok Taylor, time for some serious reflection". It just happens. One minute I'm rockin out to 103.3 (the beat of the Central coast) and the next minute I'm all quiet and serious, mulling over some major stuff in my life. It really isn't something I'd like to be doing with my time. It kind of creeps it's way in. The point is I would really like to ignore these thoughts and just continue to be a cool, empty-headed, California girl on her way to work.

But there's something about the cliffs and crashing waves and the speed of the car around the turns that just breaks me. It's like everything before my eyes is so beautiful, so raw and real, that I can't even begin to be anything less. It's like those ocean views just pierce right through me. When you look at something that is so absolutely gorgeous and so completely natural, everything else is stripped away. All that's left is you. You and every secret, every pain, every joy, every fear, every precious memory. Your hopes, dreams, everything. All that's left is just an undeniable, resounding Truth. And it's just starring you in the face. I don't know if it's God speaking to me through his creation or my own crazy mind but I get into this intense mode where I pretty much rack my brains out.

A lot of times they're filled with regret and sorrow. I start thinking about how I could have done things differently, been better. The sadness is often laced with an edge of bitterness. Fighting for nothing. That's pretty pathetic. And then, me being me, I can only stay mad for so long. And the waves are still crashing, endless, mile after mile. The sun still glistens off the bumpers and rooftops of the passing cars. Then I start to think, maybe I gave up right before the finish line. Maybe all that fighting wasn't for nothing. Maybe I gave in just a second too soon.

Oh yea, the point to my title. I packaged 100 pineapples today for work. It smelt amazing.