It’s one of life’s more mundane tasks, stopping at the gas station and filling up our gas tanks.
But many times, and today was one of those times, when I complete the task I get back in the car, feeling full myself, full of optimism and excitement.
I start to think of all the places we could go and the things that we could do now that we have a full tank of gas:
- We could drive to Pittsburgh and revisit my old stomping grounds and see what’s new
- A couple of people have recently told us how nice Saratoga Springs, NY is – it’s just a tank of gas away
- It looks like we could just about make it to the great city of Boston; it’s been a while, but we’ve enjoyed it each time we’ve been there
- Virginia Beach is within a tank of gas; we’ve only been there once, but have fond memories
Of course, there are places much closer than the list above that would also be fun to drive to:
- the Pocono Mountains, where I met my wife in college, and where she group up
- the Jersey shore
- Washington, D.C.
- New York City
There’s so much to do in all of those locations, and having a tank full of gas makes all of them a possibility.
It sort of reminds me of one of my favorite Jimmy Buffett songs, Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes.
I think that could be modified to include Changes in Longitudes as well.
Sometimes it’s rejuvenating to break out of your routine and to go somewhere different.
And a tank full of gas gives you that opportunity.
And how could a full tank of gas not help me think of the great Willie Nelson:
*image from Retire to Tennessee