How can we be committed to our work if it is the sole reason we’re not out at the beach playing volleyball?
I was talking to my parents today about how *funny* it is that I finally decided to start blogging after all of these years of them egging me on to do so. It’s even *funnier* that I’m focusing a lot on travel blogging now when I’m not traveling nearly as much or to as many places as I did in high school and college.
It’s 3:44AM and we’re sitting at a Maryland rest stop with my mom snoring next to me.
I’m going to file this under the ‘weird adult facts I’ve come across’ in my brain that I will maybe, one day, remember.
I have so many ideas to write about -a notebook full and a complimentary note on my phone! But when I get to my laptop and finally sit down to write I seem to have two struggles.
So the only way to remedy this sad feeling inside of me was to obviously blast the Pop Punk’s Not Dead playlist on Spotify, plan my future line up, and reminisce on some of my favorite concerts, which I decided to share with all of you.
With a lack of people in the office (none now due to Florida kinda dying), the excitement of weekend plans, and the thought of sleeping in until after the sun rises.
Just a 45 minute drive from sunny St. Petersburg sits the Hillsborough River State Park. With miles of trails, a calm river, mangy mosquitos, and a green luscious canopy, it is safe to say we crossed the invisible but ever present ‘Central Florida’ border.
This wasn’t like the other larger, state known, festivals we’ve been to, (Florida State Fair and the Strawberry Festival) it truly felt like a small town fair. With free parking in one lot and the fields being taken over by a children’s climbing wall, tire swings, a dunk tank, a few vendors, BBQ style food trucks, and County Line Produce as their backdrop, this was a true small town event.
I’ve been using my phone as a clutch, I go on it when something doesn’t instantly grab my attention, even if it does but if my attention fades, good ole’ faithful phone it is!