I am pretty proud of a decision I made on my drive up to the bay. I turned what was supposed to be an 7-8 hour drive, according to Google, into a 5.5 hour drive. There was a nasty accident on the 5 miles and miles ahead of me, so I drove for 40 miles in the boonies and skipped an hour+ of traffic. It most certainly made me a happy camper, because I left LA at 9:30pm and arriving home at 4:30-5AM would not be the business.
But on the real I am incredibly grateful to be home with my family, old friends, and the misses. Life is particularly awesome and it is obvious that I have a lot going for me (not in a snooty way, but a grateful way).