The Simple Things Happen at 12 Midnight

The Simple Things Happen at Midnight

I’ll be real with you, I am such a creature of habit, I don’t love change at all, but lately life has been showing me that the sweetest stuff is tucked right inside the simple things, like the past three weekends in a row when Rico and I have been eating and watching movies until the sun almost comes up, I know that might sound basic but not for us because with work and more work we barely get that kind of time together.

Now don’t get me wrong, we go out, but this feels different, this feels like really going out, no plans, no overthinking, just last minute let’s do something wild energy, because our schedules crash into each other so much that if one of us is off late the other one (usually me) has to be ready to roll with whatever random, silly, childish idea comes flying through our brains.

Last weekend was the perfect example; we ended up leaving the house at midnight just to get pizza, not the corner slice shop either, oh no, we drove two whole hours outside the city like a pair of night owls on a secret mission.

 And honestly, it was worth every single mile, the roads were empty, the night lights flickered, the cicadas were out there buzzing their little creepy heads off, and I swear I felt like Bonnie and Clyde in the middle of Texas, just the two of us against the quiet dark. 

By one in the morning, there was no one else out there, but we didn’t care, we had our New York–sized pepperoni pizza with bacon and extra cheese, and that thing was good, don’t play with me because pizza at midnight hits on a whole other level, and that will never change

And yes, maybe this is the most mundane post I’ve ever written, but it’s also the most real one I've ever written. Because at 54 years old, I’m realizing I’ve got more years behind me than I’ve lived ahead, and I don’t want to waste any of what’s left not enjoying the pizza. lol #nopunintended

I want to remember that I said yes to the little things, the offbeat moments and adventures, the not-so-glam but oh-so-good parts of my life.

So here’s to late nights, going on pizza runs, to watching movies until my eyes are cracking open, to laughter when the world is asleep, here’s to living beyond just existing

Would you go out for late-night pizza and sightseeing? Let us know in the comments.

xo Tangie