Sometimes at lunch, or just because I need a break, I'll drive my car from the basement (where it's cool) to the highest point of the garage, eight stories up.
The view and the breeze are fabulous. I meditate, listen to music, or journal. Then I drive my car to a shadier level and go back to work. How awesome that I work in a place that has a floor for every mood! Sometimes I like the cool stillness of the basement levels.
Often, at lunch, I leave altogether. I find it gives me a chance to relax. I love driving. I love my car. Nothing fancy, (Mazda CX-9. Total Mom car) but comfortable and reliable (usually). Today I went to In-n-Out, got a lettuce-wrapped burger, and slowly drove to the bank. The nice thing about Alameda (besides being seven minutes from my office), is that you have to drive in an unhurried, stately manner. The speed limit is 25 all over the island, with very few exceptions. (And even then, we can only get up to 35 for three blocks or so.) The police have nothing to do but pull over speeders, so most people adhere to the demand for a slower pace of life.
So I slowly ran my errands. And listend to YouTube lectures, and arrived back at work, refreshed and ready to work. Glad for where I've been, and glad for where I'm going. However slow it may seem. Because if getting there isn't half the fun, there'd be no fun at all.