Pure Michigan

As you probably already noticed (and questioned) the title of my blog is What's Your Michigan? It took me a few days, a lot of sleep, and plenty of coffee to finally settle on this name. I think it fits nicely. As you read, I think it will become apparent why I chose the title I did.

A very wise woman once told me that I should go to Michigan. Just get up and go. Pack a lunch, get in the car and just drive until I reach that state that the commercials call Pure Michigan. I never really understood her fascination with Michigan, nor did I ever want to travel there. I am very comfortable in my little box of a life and I like it the way it is. I have never been much for travel or spontaneity and prefer to stay in on a Friday night. So when the topic of conversation changed to both, I basically tuned out. But as she kept talking about her recent adventure to that great state, I began to listen and entertain the possibility that maybe going to Michigan wasn’t such a bad idea. The adventure of the drive, the solitude of the beach, and the taste of independence that the trip gave her sounded amazing. Taking a day off from life to just be with myself, my thoughts, and nature wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Maybe it would even give me the motivation I needed to push forward a little more. And hey, maybe I would learn something new in the process.

I haven’t taken that trip yet and who knows, maybe I never will, but maybe, just maybe she wasn’t just talking about Michigan. Maybe she was talking about the feeling that it gave her. The feeling of peace, adventure, and spontaneity all rolled into one. Maybe she was asking me to look inside myself and discover what Michigan meant for me.

The past few days, I have been trying to define my Michigan. I have been trying to uncover what event.place.thing.idea that would give me those same feelings. And I think I have found it.

Writing.

That’s it. Just the act of putting my thoughts.ideas.words onto paper. I never really thought that the answer would be so simple. I thought that I needed to find something elaborate to put my time and energy to, like going on a road trip. But the truth is, it’s not the size of the event.place.thing.idea that makes the difference, it’s the size of the feeing it gives you when you do it. A positive.negative.unknown feeling, it doesn’t matter, as long as it makes you feel meaningful. I think they call it passion.

So the next time you hear the Pure Michigan commercial, stop. Take a breath. Listen. Hop in your car. Drive. And don’t stop until you get there.

Michigan.

Because in the end this is the only life you get. Find what makes it meaningful. And then drive like hell until you’ve found it.

What's your Michigan?