You know what I love about traveling this time around?
Being in chill mode. I don’t have a panicky hectic pace. I’m not in a rush to see people. I’m able to have marvelous and intimate conversations with people without the distraction of urgency or some facade of being accessible and seen in some scene.
I wake up. I decide if I’m going to get up right away or putter a bit. I putter over to the fridge and grab myself a yogurt and make myself a cup of coffee. I sit on the couch and decide to myself “no, no, i don’t quite want to put socks on yet” and sort through the ambiguous plans that I have for the day.
My brother and sister-in-law have one of those marvelous overhead showerheads that look like an alien space vessle that’s aimed at peering down at your naked body and delivering lucious warm water pressure to your head. Oh, it’s so nice.
Last night I was able to sync up with one of my favorite rockers Brian and hear all the great things that are currently going on in his life, for his band, and our own personal takes on the terror known as adulthood responsibility. He is mighty sage on a number of points and at this point in my life, if I don’t know what I want, that’s more than alright. So long as I know that I don’t know that, at least that gets me on pace to looking. Also, there’s a purpose to everything that happens in the universe. Instead of fighting with circumstance to move with and around and beyond it is a significantly less frustrating use of my resources. This is not news to me, but it’s something that has taken some time to sink in.
Additionally, I have made plans to meet up with the most mischievous Heath to go be Keanu Reeves. I mean seriously. Gracious my. That should be a hoot.
My plans for the rest of my time here are beginning to gel up, but in the spirit of taking care of myself and not pushing too hard, I’m leaving my mornings free for coffee, yogurt, and barefoot personal time.