Tuesday, January 26, 2010

You Know Old Age Has Set in When:

- you panic if you haven't eaten dinner by 6 pm
- your knees crack 500 times when you squat
- you read non-fiction novels and like them
- you prefer educational documentaries
- you worry about getting the appropriate dietary fiber intake for the day
- you feel "required" to shower daily
- knitting interests you

Friday, January 22, 2010

An epiphany and the return of the blog.

It’s that time of year again where I scramble to find something “exciting” to do this summer. After all, the past three summers have individually been referred to as the last summers of my life. Why should this summer be any different? So while I stress and worry about FINALLY (hopefully) going to the Grand Canyon and wonder what I’m doing in Tennessee, I came across an enlightening article on bravenewtraveler.com (http://thetravelersnotebook.com/photography-q-a/notes-on-longing-to-travel/) The author made a great case for local travel and brought up the point that maybe we’re traveling right now. What is travel anyway? Being away from home? Where is home exactly? Guess I’m traveling right now! Problem solved.

So I simmered down and attempted to produce reasonable thoughts. It's easy to get caught up in the world. There are so many exciting adventures to be had that sitting back to fully enjoy one can be lost by waiting for the next one. I often find myself in places saying "I really like doing this, but there are so many other things I want to do to!" Maybe I'm missing out by not fully committing to any one thing and planning for the future. But awareness is the first step, right?

What does this all mean?
1. That I write too many questions.
2. Immerse yourself in different environments and atmospheres and attempt to absorb a place, experience, or its people. Commit.
3. Try to find balance and remember what’s important to you along the way.

"Flying isn't fast enough, not fast enough for us. We want to get there faster. Get where? Wherever we are not. But a human soul can only go as fast as a man can walk, they used to say. In that case, where are all the souls? Left behind. They wander here and there, slowly, dim lights flickering in the marshes at night, looking for us. But they're not nearly fast enough, not for us, we're way ahead of them, they'll never catch up. That's why we can go so fast: our souls don't weigh us down."
- M. Atwood