A few weeks ago I went nextlevel with my what-do-I-really-want philosophy and trekked to sonoma. I made a playlist, rented a zip car, somehow managed to fit betty into a nissan sentra, and began to cut through the city for wine country. As I drove across the golden gate bridge I couldn’t stop smiling — it felt so good to be free and headed somewhere solo. After taking myself out to brunch at the fremont diner, I took off toward downtown sonoma in search of some bike trails.
Now I have to say, in my solo journeys this spring, I’ve really been inspired by how kind people have been; everyone I’ve met has been so willing to help me along the way. On this trip I found a picturesque route from a sweet girl in a bike shop and received directions to the perfect cafe from a man on the street. I know these interactions are small, but when you’re on your own (and without 4G), generosity and intention can carry you a long way.
The trail that I was directed to was beautiful and dynamic — I biked through a film festival, past baseball diamonds and middle schoolers on middle school dates until I reached a tree-canopied dirt road. It was here that I put on my playlist and jammed in the sunshine until it was five o’clock and time to head home. I left town during magic hour, feeling like I’d cracked open a secret: I could do it.