This past weekend, JD and I decided to take a spontaneous trip to Palm Springs. We needed a vacation more than we needed Nutella (which, let's be real, is a lot), so we booked a few nights away. The plan for the weekend was the following (in order of importance):
1. Partake in a two-person guacamole eating contest.
2. Sleep more than six hours a night.
3. Lay by a pool with a book. Or ten.
4. Tan like we're from New Jersey.

I'm the type of person who wakes up early, scours the pool for optimal sun-soakage, and saves lounge chairs for my return in the afternoon (yes, I realize this is completely annoying). On the last day of our stay, we slept late and arrived to the pool to realize every good chair was taken.

Begrudgingly I selected the only two chairs available, which were located off in the corner (in a different zip code, but that's besides the point). When I sat down, I was surprised to find breathtaking views of the Palm Springs mountain range. It was beyond pretty and peaceful.

It was then when I realized a valuable lesson: sometimes you don't get the best chair, but be thankful you even have a seat…a new view can shift your perspective and notice beauty away from the glamour.