I am one of those extremely fortunate people, I suppose, who has very few regrets about the choices she has made when facing that fork in the road, you know, when either way you go, whether left or right, can change your life completely -- except maybe in the year of 1970 when I decided to fix the transmission on my car instead of taking a trip to London. That's only because I did not realize how much I love traveling and the adventure that typically accompanies it.
But I also did not truly appreciate the things I could have better appreciated through the eyes of a kid. I'm making up for some of that neglect and oversight now that I'm older and (I hope) a bit wiser. Smaller, intimate vacations that don't interfere with selling homes in Sacramento is my answer. Besides, it's good to come home to Sacramento and slip a $1.5 million home into escrow. Puts stuff back into perspective instead of leaving me all dreamy-eyed and missing where I just left. You can read more in my personal blog today and see the photographs of me standing in a canyon hoisting a rock, among others, at this link: Photos of Artist Drive in Death Valley National Park.