On my US epic road trip, I looked forward to finding my daily hideout to enjoy lunch. Sometimes it was a the peak of a picturesque mountain, many hidden waterfalls gleaming in the sunlight, other times it was a picnic table hidden in the tree groves or possibly a secluded log overlooking the gorge.
The location truly didnāt matter, as I relished the serenity with just my thoughts. A moment to slow down. Off the map. No pictures. No social media posts to share. Just my reflection time to disconnect from everything and anything.
Iām a snacker so my indulgence was typically a wrap with canned tuna, chicken or salmon. Add in my ācrackā chik-fil-a sauce (which is now sold in big bottles) with a side of Pringleās, combos or peanut butter pretzels, I got my protein for the day. I tried to really wean off soda during this trip (which I was fairly successful actually) and my new addiction is Arnold Palmer tea.
In real life, we forget to make this time a priority. My goal weekly since I only lived 2 miles from work was to enjoy 1 day at home for a lunch break. And I rarely achieved this seemingly simple task. Such a shame.
Lesson learned.
