The Broken Hearted Little Boy Who Grew Up: An NFL Lockout Story
It happened. I swore to myself that throughout all the drama of the last 4 months, all the ups and downs, the let downs and disappointments, I wouldn’t walk away feeling this angry, bitter, and resentful.
But I am. Today I actually had the thought that Mark Sanchez and his agent, Rex Ryan, and the rest of the Jets administration are doing a better job than the team and player I would give a right arm to meet and hang out with for 5 minutes.
Peyton Manning, I’m heartbroken. With the lift of the lockout, the only Colts rumors you can find is about Peyton Manning and his unsigned contract, and the angry words that are starting to be thrown faster and more angrily than Angry Birds.
“Under this system, you cannot pay a player $25 million. It’s just not going to work. You’re not going to be able to compete,” Colts owner Jim Irsay admitted in a conference call this week.
This lockout was all about the money. It was more annoying than Tom Cruise shoutingin Jerry Maguire. The world should have never gotten to this point, especially the sports world. No men are worth the contracts they are signing to play a children’s’ game – a game I miss and hold dear to my heart. No, that money belongs to be spread out evenly amongst the 10% of Americans who don’t have jobs, the millions of starving families around the world, and those specific and special individuals who are trying to cure cancer and save people like my god-father Jim, who by God’s grace beat out leukemia this year after facing death.
So someone tell me why the greatest player to grace the football field is being selfish. Or maybe it’s his agent. We don’t know for sure. But tell me why he/they need more money when he has had 13 seasons to put away millions of cash for the rest of his lifetime. Someone tell me how that much pride creeps into someone’s soul as they get older. Before it was pride in his throwing and winning…now it’s trying to beat Brady in a “whose worth more” game – I’m sorry Peyton, I’ll say it…you win 3 Super Bowls and come back to your fan base.
Don’t get me wrong, I still worship and idolize Mr. 18 more than I should. In fact, I tear up thinking and writing about this, because my whole life in football has surrounded him. I modeled the way I played, analyzed, and think about the game by watching every interview and reading every article ever written by him. I spent hours upon days upon months sitting on Colts.com and NFL.com just to learn everything I could from The Master.
But as I’ve gotten older, and as the glitz and glamour of the shiny idols wears off, it turns out Peyton is appearing more human than I ever imagined. This week I’ll sign off for a loan amount that will take a decade to pay off so I can finish my education. Peyton makes that by going to one workout session during the offseason.
Once the dust settles, I’ll go back to my ways – watching every game online (as a West Coast boy), reading every article by ESPN and drafting him too early in the first round of my ESPN fantasy draft. But it’s never going to be the same, just like dating someone after they cheated on you.
This NFL lockout took the very best of who we thought were the best…and the biggest supposed winners (the fans) have actually lost: lost respect, lost understanding, and lost heart…and the reality has certainly been blurred.
When it comes to things that don’t well together, I think that sushi and frozen yogurt top the list (and yes, I’ve tried it). It’s followed by electricity and water, adolescent girls and Facebook (go back to MySpace and please leave Google+ alone!), and Asian people and Honda Civics…wait, maybe I’ve got that last one wrong.
One more thing to the list: politics and conservatives. Now that most of you have stopped reading, because politics and blogs freak people out worse than Janet Jackson’s nipples and the shocked face of Justin Timberlake, let me explain.
There are plenty of social issues that are great causes, albeit perhaps powered by religious zeal or financial gains. From both sides of the fence, you have pro-life/pro-choice movements, marriage rights, social justice enactments, and a whole lot more.
While many of you will disagree with me, I think that politics is not a place for social-pressured movements. First of all, politics is a scary mess. USA Today recently reported that America is sick of the disagreeing between party lines. Really? It took us over 230 years to get to that point? Second, it doesn’t work. You name a major cause that either party took a stance on, and normally the religious side loses (i.e abortion). Thirdly, politics typically leads to embarrassment, specifically for Christians. I’m going to tread on dead grass, but did George W. Bush really help the Christian cause by claiming he could bring peace to the Middle East (something that is documented multiple times) as a Christian man (who should believe that Christ brings the final peace)? And for those that want to tell me he did, I like to point out that many stats prove the opposite: more die per capita per day in Iraq today then they did under Saddam Hussein. Okay you win Christians, less Christians die per day. Because that’s what it’s all about.
But on a less serious note, I want to poke fun at California and the conservative partiesthat reside there. Riverside County Board Member Jeff Stone recently tried to push a meeting that would (in his hopes) let Southern California secede from the state (exception being LA county and some of the beach counties – go figure) and become the 51st state of America. One of his biggest reasons was the education system is flawed and needs help, while in general the state doesn’t know what they are doing because it is run by liberals, a lesser level of humans apparently.
The best thing about education arguments is that you can look at the books. Historically speaking, conservatives (rich, spoiled people) tend to vote down and deny any measures that raise taxes. I’m not sure they are aware, but education is provided for by the state. Part of one of the many great things are nation did right early on. So, historically speaking, conservatives tend to say no to tax raises, and as expected, funding doesn’t go up…and that leads to a lack of funding for education. That’s just one prime example of conservative “logic” that is anything but “logical.”
I might as well just admit it that I’m a moderate liberal. I’m not some ignorant on any issue, and I love that I go to a school that loves to argue with me but fails to listen to my ideas…because I’m apparently lesser human by not being a big supporter of George W. Bush, the Republican party, and in favor of equal rights and taxation that is equal instead of lopsided on the nonexistent middle class.
I could go on and tell you that yes, I am pro-life (with clauses), and no, I’m not anti-gay. In fact, I’m for gay marriage (shocker!). I could also go on to tell you I’m a Christian, but apparently my ideologies in voting doesn’t translate to that equaling up in Christian “logic.” So forgive me, I’m a heathen sinner destined for the pit of hell.
Anyways. I think I’ll tick to the hokey pokey – cuz that’s what it’s all about.
Today I was asked whether I liked Portland or Los Angeles better. I often write about the pros and cons of each…er, mostly the cons of each, so I thought I’d actually punch out an unbiased, friendly, honest list of each!
So here we go.
Portland vs. Los Angeles Round 1: Pros
Family/Friends – Obviously, a large part of my heart belongs to Portland because some of my best friends still reside here. Drew, Jake, Josh, Joey, Kristen, Andrea (just to name a few – sorry if you got left out of the short party list) always have my back. It doesn’t matter what time of night it is (Andrea and Kristen) they answer. They realize I don’t live there anymore, and I feel like a welcomed visitor and brother when I’m home (Drew, come visit me ‘cuz I owe you lunch now), and I can talk about all the old times and career highs I had in sports over a smoke and a brew (Jake – well he doesn’t smoke or drink, Joey, Josh). Not to mention Tim and Jan (cough, mom and dad) still live in Gresham, and so that’s a plus…and I’m totally underselling how great of a plus it is!
2. Nature – I live about 30 minutes from the foot of Mt. Hood, an hour away
fromthe lovely beaches of Oregon … okay, so that’s stretch. They aren’t beaches by California definition, but if you love hiking and viewpoints like I do, it’s a plus, and I live 20 minutes from the Columbia River Gorge – for you non NW’s out there, they filmed Twilight in that area. So that’s a pro or con depending if you like the movie I suppose.
Breweries – We have the most per capita in the country I believe. Now, mind you, I haven’t quite got to experience this yet unless my friends or parents bring home beer and ale, but the food is great in itself, and that leads me to the next point…
Downtown Portland – It beats LA any day. LA thinks they are hipster (looking at you Hollywood) but it’s not. It’s Clean Hip. In LA, everyone has clear skin, straight teeth, tightly trimmed beards, and unwrinkled clothing. In Portland, everyone wears flannel, big, ugly fake glasses, their beards grow wild, and there are enough tattoos and piercings to cover most skin. The atmosphere is amazing. We have Fire on the Mountain, VooDoo Donuts, Pioneer Square, The Pearl District, the Portland Rose Gardens, the Rose Garden, and a city transit system people use. Win.
Coffee – One word: Stumptown. The end.
Biola University – Uh, this one is easy. It’s why I live in Los Angeles in the first place. Some of my (new) best friends go to this school. When people ask to describe the environment, I simply say, “Let’s just say, some people in my wedding have been replaced – on both sides of the ceremony!” (Well, still no luck finding the wife, so maybe it’s not here…I will not get a ring by spring, I will not get a ring by spring…or give one…).
Orange County – I love this place. It’s full of beautiful, vintage towns (Orange) as well as my favorite beaches (Newport/Balboa, Laguna). The coffee shops are wonderful too, although they aren’t quite Portlandesque. Also, there are a lot of cool viewpoints overlooking cities, some cool areas to hike, and it’s the OC baby – the malls and restaurants are to die for!
Opportunities – I’m a coach at a successful football program in the LA County. I have met Britt Hume, Chris Tomlin, drove a member of Leeland around town, met Ali, a former Bachelorette, sat at a party with a film crew that handled Keith Urban’s new music video, as well as the Red Hot Chili Peppers, I’m meeting with Jayme Dee’s manager, and the list goes on an on. I also temporarily interned at a major (although creepy) PR firm in Westwood, and I see (periodically) semi-famous stars. Except one time I ordered coffee with Chris Pine from Star Trek. Amazing.
Disneyland – I’ve been nearly or over 100 times. Uh, the magic is still magical. And now I know the trade secrets. I’m a seasoned pro…except the Beckers still one up me every time.
Traveling – Whether it was opportunity or simply location, I’ve had some awesome chances to see parts of the world I never would have though of before, thanks to the Biola Network – the unofficial name for your Biola friends you either know, barely know, or heard of – who live throughout the country. I’ve seen San Fran, the Grand Canyon, New York City, San Diego, and a lot more – thanks to the wonderful people of God’s church who opened their doors for me. Amazing.
Round 1 Result: Tie.
Round 2: Cons!
Gresham, Ore. It sucks. From Urban Dictionary: Portlandand in regards to the Max transit system: “MAX= lightrail train, NEVER ride it in Gresham, you will be raped.”
Townies. People that grow up in Oregon, never move, drive big lifted trucks or beat up cars from the early 90s, know nothing outside of Oregon hick life, chew tobacco and still go to Mt. Hood Community College.
Small Town Feel – Where I’m from, they like to think they’re a small town. Everyone pretends to know everyone’s business, and if they don’t, they make it up. It’s especially brutal in the churches around where I’m from. Don’t get me wrong; there are some GREAT churches in Portland too. But…
Slow Drivers. Nothing irks me more than drivers who go 54 in a 60. Dude, getover. Pull over. Jump off the bridge. You’re causing me an ulcer and everyone else around you.
Obesity – Face it Oregon, for every organic Whole Foods health nut, there is 5 overweight people in the boondocks. I hate how I get in trouble for saying this. Obesity is something that to some degree can be controlled. GET HELP! Stop ordering the Deep Fried special at KFC and stop using your motorized scooter at Albertsons. You’re 35. The 90 year old is walking faster than the machine can move with you on it. Walk some more, eat healthy, and get help.
Fake Plastic. Dear women of Los Angeles please don’t believe the “BiggerBreasts” billboard or the “Get Thin Now” ads – we’re already skinny enough and full of enough plastic down here as it is. You’re beautiful … if you just subtract the 5 layers of extra makeup and Botox. Thank you!
Rudeness: I’ve picked up the LA attitude, so I must apologize, it is an issue. But, you get use to it. If you don’t move within .001 seconds of a light turning green, you get honked at. If you don’t know what you’re going to order before you get in the 10-minute Starbucks line, you get yelled at. If you say hi to those around you while walking around, you get shot. Well, maybe not…kinda sorta.
Lack of Clothing: To all women and girls. Please cover up your breasts and buttocks. Thank you.
Racial Diversity and lack of acceptance: Um, just because someone is black, doesn’t mean they aren’t good people. Just because someone is Mexican, doesn’t mean he doesn’t know English and is lazy. Just because someone is Asian, doesn’t mean they can’t drive and only work at donut shops (okay, most of the time it doesn’t), and just because someone is old doesn’t mean you need to talk to them as if they are already dead. They can probably sort of hear you…maybe.
5. Traffic. UGH. And yes, this is real, on a daily basis.
Round Two Results: Portland for the win.
Oregon has about 4 million people as their population.
LA COUNTY has about 12 million.
Los Angeles and Southern California has teams that actually win. Portland doesn’t. We also have at least 7 professional sporting teams, well, that’s if you include the Clippers. Portland has 2 now, and no, the Winterhawks don’t county.
LA has a lot more colleges, therefore, more college aged people, therefore more hip fun things to do.
Portland has a safe city you can walk in.
Overall win…Portland for the nostalgia, Los Angeles for the future…and thank God He has an ordained plan.
I left my heart in San Francisco...or was it NY...no, definitely Portland.
Perhaps the mystery lies within a crevice of the soul that has yet to be fully uncovered and explained in the midst of my constant journeying. Perhaps, the answers are before the mystery.
There are fewer things that I love to do when I go home then have a drink, a cigar, and seeing my friends. More specifically the mysterious light that shines from their eyes amidst new ambitions and the lowest of lows.
In a short weekend trip, these are four things that can happen very easily, and it reminds me of the simplicity of the life I enjoy when I reside in the 503. Yet, there is a wall to be breached every time I’m home, and I was walked in the Pearl District just a few nights ago, listening to a random street band perform on a stage that seemed to fit their personalities to perfection, that wall was breached.
It got me thinking what I’m really doing in my life - who I am, where I’m going, what I’ve done, and the adventures yet left to climb.
There are two separate worlds in my life - and there is very little that ever crosses intothe other. In one universe, I live in Los Angeles - I sit around a table with people who hang out with Keith Urban and the Red Hot Chili Peppers after a long day on set, I order coffee with Chris Pine, and I wander around Disneyland when I’m bored. And if it’s a really good day, I read at the beach. It’s a dream…and yet, it leaves me dying a little bit more each day, because I know it’s just a small stop in a long life that I hope to enjoy, no matter how long, because God gives it and takes it away. I want to make it last for Him and His glory. I want to do majestic things for the Kingdom. I want to save lives, because when I had none to give, He saved mine.
Then in my other world, I wander around Portland like a character from a Nicholas Sparks book…a tad bit confused, heartbroken, pathetic, and heroically daring at the same time. I sit around a camp fire and retell as well as listen to stories about the prime of my friend group’s lives when we were The Buck Crew. Before school, distance, women, men, and life decisions slowly but surely called us to grow up. I enjoy a cup of Stumptown Coffee with my mom as another cool Oregon breeze blows through the vacant and clean city streets of Portland.
It’s a vast comparison of the slow and romantic versus the fast pace and what seems hopeless. Yet I wonder why God has me in either. But there must be a reason I ask.
I have a tendency to look back and cherish, and a bad habit of looking forward and spitting out the taste in my life. On those (sometimes too often) seasons of life where I ride the arrogant horse into my future, I think I have it all. And then I come home. And then I don’t get that call back. Then I don’t get hired. Then I get kicked off a team with my friends. Then I make some terrible mistakes. Then I get reminded of grace. Then I come back to this spot.
If you’ve made it this far, this will probably remind you of my old blogs, where I was more confused and passionate. Perhaps it’s a good thing, perhaps it’s a terrible thing. All I know is that I love today. I love this trip home. I love where God has placed me, and I can’t wait to for the (hopefully) global adventures that lie ahead.
Degree or not. Single or not. Full of friends, or riding like the Lone Ranger, solo into the sunset. Rich or poor. Needless or needy.
It’s going to be a beautiful picture that will be finished when I’m XX years old.
I thought I left my heart in SF where my bachelor and city life could fly to new heights. Before it was NY. And it will probably be Portland this time, only for a completely different reason.
So where is that sunset…and pass the Stumptown and Rum please.
Sitting in the airport baffles me. It’s where every facet of human nature comes out, in a full fledging force of evil at it’s core and beauty at it’s finest. There will always be something spectacular in flying - something those who travel oft over look. You board a plane and soar 30,000 feet in the air, to a place where we can never truly explore, and where if we take the time to stop and look, perhaps experience earth in only a way angela can.
It’s the airport that is a gate to a place where sweat pants and paintless faces are embraced and loved, and a gate that gives us an experience we won’t truly realize until the Lord takes us home
This is my brain on classic literature and in need of a hard, stern, drink.
“The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It’s the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows & the beauty of a woman only grows with passing years.”—Audrey Hepburn (via heatherakemi)
I love this quote by Audrey. To add to it… Once you can see into the eyes, it’s a world few have explored and only fewer make it out…and those who do, regret ever leaving this side of eternity.
Justice Is Served: Why our legal system worked and a reminder God is still bigger than this trial.
(Photo from MSNBC.com - I claim no rights to this photo)
I was four years old when OJ Simpson was chased down by the police in a scene that would eventually lead to one of the highly scrutinized court cases in the history of the United States Legal System.
I vaguely remember the anger, anguish, and general confusion that would follow in the next three years, as Simpson would be found “not guilty” of murdering his wife and her lover, and eventually tried and convicted in the civil courts.
To this day, that trial stands as benchmark in people’s minds to how the legal system is flawed or perfected. And then there was a woman by the name of Casey Anthony.
Listen, I haven’t sat in the courtrooms the last month. I have never talked to Casey, her defense attorneys, nor the prosecution. Never sat down with George Anthony either. I haven’t seen the evidence, I haven’t seen her eyes look into mine, and Lord knows I’m not the Lord.
There is only one (if not maybe two or three) people in this entire world that know the true facts about Casey and her lost daughter, Caylee. And forever, more than likely, the rest of us will never know.
A few weeks ago, I claimed on Twitter that the jurors could really find her “not guilty” because of a few key (counter) testimonies that provided a sliver of doubt to the “evidence” provided by the prosecution. Specifically, I found the forensic expert who said she couldn’t find the typical bugs crawling in Caylee’s remain as she has seen in other similar cases to be the removal of the nail in the coffin.
The world will cry out (er, the media and a lot of over zealous people) that this is injustice and a travesty and shows how our legal system can be flawed. I beg to disagree.
By definition, a person in this country is innocent until proven guilty typically beyond a shadow of a doubt. There was doubt in this case – apparently enough to have the jury shy away from sentencing her to life in prison or her own execution.
I’m not going to sit here and type away, causing a firestorm between my friends on social networks who will threaten me (because that’s what #jesus would do) – and tell you I think she’s innocent.
The truth is, I’m really not convinced either way. Psychologically, her actions align with a woman who has a lot of issues and lack of (insert noun here) in her life. The lies about her child’s disappearance, despite what millions of people will tell you, aren’t actually surprising.
"Responses to grief are as varied as the day is long, but responses to guilt are oh, so predictable," Drane Burdick said.
"What do guilty people do? They lie. They avoid. They run. They mislead, not just to their family, but the police. They divert attention away from themselves and they act like nothing is wrong. That’s why you heard about what happened in those 31 days," she added.
Well thank you Drane for that…but you aren’t completely correct. People with fears do the same thing. And let’s face facts – accident or not, Casey was full of fear. Say the child did drown because Casey didn’t pay attention. Maybe she was high, drunk, or having sex with one of her party friends and Caylee fell in. Maybe Casey was upset and accidently hurt Caylee, completely unintentionally in blind rage – it happens, and it’s wrong.
Maybe she flat out killed her with the intent to end life. Who knows? God does. The bottom line is, Casey was full of fear of being discovered, because although I don’t know this first hand, I’m sure a parent feels the full force of guilt and blame when a child passes no matter the cause.
I’m going to say it again: I’m not here to rally praise that Casey is innocent. I’m here to rally congratulations to the jurors, who will now suffer for a very long time, for doing what they, as a group, thought was right. I’m giving a pat on the back to the defense attorneys, who worked hard with very little to come up with a victory for a case they apparently believed in. I want to say thank you to the prosecution, who worked their tails off, and although bitter and angrily, they fought to the end for what they thought was right.
Finally, I’m going to sit at my desk, and thank God that He’s in control of this world. His plan reigns supreme, because He reigns supreme. God also retains the final ultimatum on justice. And I praise Him for that too. Then I’m going to thank Him for His grace, and ask for a little more towards Casey too, because her life isn’t going to be easy either way. Then, I’ll probably also pray for Casey, because as Christ calls us to do, we should love and pray for our enemies – and as a church, we have somehow decided that’s exactly what she is. As if we are all completely blameless and have no dark sins in our life, right?
But then again, why would I do something as sensible as that? Instead, I’m going to rant on Twitter and Facebook about how angry I am, and then join my fellow Christian communities in burning her at the hypothetical stake she deserves.
That’s what #jesus would do anyways…at least that’s what I get from seeing His church a lot of the time.
The last two weekends I’ve done a lot of traveling. Although going to downtown Los Angeles is nothing compared to going to The Bay in terms of committed travel, it is still so far different than the suburbs of La Mirada that it feels as if I’m traveling in a different city all together.
As we sat on my friend Ryan’s porch, overlooking a back alley in Culver City (a district within LA), sipping 4Locos, taking drags off the old cigars, chatting about girls, life stories, and sharing laughs over the crazy neighbors doing the same thing, I realized that there are lot of things in life we can’t account for.
Throughout the evening, as we hung around former Biola grads and other recent (and not so recent) college graduates, who just came from the sets of music videos of some random low key artists (personally, I hadn’t heard of Keith Urban or Red Hot Chili Peppers…and if you think I’m being sarcastic, I certainly am), and then got carded and kicked out of a bar (I’m almost 21, I swear), I realized that it’s those kinds of nights that build our experiences as part of a greater journey to who we are to become and who we have already ventured into being.
Earlier this weekend, I enjoyed the grunge art show in Fullerton. After looking at overpriced photography that I realized had the abilities to shoot as well, and make hella … er, sorry, quite a bit of money from, I finally was able to put my thoughts into words to my friend John. Despite my stardom talk, and the fact that I like to put on a façade as if I were some majestic central icon in the room I enter (swag or arrogance? Either way, often times I need a quick kick in the batteries to set me straight), deep down inside, I’m a minimalist.
I’d love to live in a small NYC or SF loft, pretending I’m artsy by selling my photography, with nothing but my camera, MacBook and books. For being an extravert, I may be the biggest mixed up personality to ever walk the planet. I sat in a coffee shop and read classic American literature for 3 hours yesterday, and loved that the only social interaction I had was with the barista – may I add, the Coffee Conservatory in Culver City is owned by Christians and is a lovely shop.
Lately, I have been able to experience a variety of different cities and their respective nightlife, and a lot of thought has developed from these adventures. I finally realized that no matter where we all end up going or how we get there, God is using it and utilizing it for the finality of His great plan.
Whether I end up staying in Suburbia for forever (God forbid!) or travel to all the continents – I know that God has an ordained plan, it’s unique, and it’s special. No settling for the 9-5 for me – unless that’s what God has in store, and I fear too often Christians like to settle for that because they are in fear of stepping out of the boat to walk on water – and no need to desperately search for the Ring by Spring (Biola folk).
Let us all diligently use the situations God has placed us in – rich, poor, single, committed, in California, in Australia, anywhere in-between, as well as the gifts whether it be writing, singing, dancing, crunching numbers, leading people or being a workhorse. All for the Kingdom, all for one great God.
There are times when it takes me months or even years to appreciate an experience, and sometimes even then it doesn’t take place like it rightly should. I was sitting at Panera Bread this morning with my friend Kimmy, exasperatedly admitting that we live the “dream life” the world often portrays we Americans to all experience.
First of all, we live in Southern California. When I traveled a few years ago to the country of Serbia, they were not interested in where I was from or what it was like – they simply wanted to know how close it was to Los Angeles and Hollywood. I didn’t understand it then, but now permanently residing here, I can see where the source from which world gets their ideas from.
Last weekend I ventured up to The Bay area. Never has my heart been so captivated by the scenery, skyline, and the people. It was the perfect balance of the “big city” meets beautiful landscapes. I wasn’t overwhelmed nor frustrated but instead felt tangibly comfortable – something that doesn’t happen a lot when I travel. If you know me, you know I love the city life. My dream is to eventually live in New York City, on top of the skyline in a loft apartment in West Brooklyn. But even then, the thought of New York terrifies me as much as it does excite me in some regards.
Yet, San Francisco didn’t give me the fears other large cities do. Perhaps its because it’s like Portland, Ore., my hometown – or perhaps it was the people, the famous landmarks, and the breathability. Who knows?
All I know is that as I thumb through pictures, while simultaneously look out my window the to blazing hot city of La Mirada, it finally clicked that I don’t belong in the suburbs. Never have, never will. I’m bored out of my mind, and boredom only leads to trouble. Give me the city or give me the countryside, and I’ll be perfectly content.
I drove down the 101 and stopped at all the famous towns (Santa Cruz, San Luis, etc.) and accidently took a 2 hour-long detour through the Salinas Valley. It was beautiful. As I drove down the one lane country road, it gave me this final thought: we are always rushing from one point to another (especially down here) – we feel as if we aren’t successful unless we have to push every minute out of our day. Yet, there is a time and place for rest…and something about the city life gives me that in my heart.