It takes time to readjust after spending days upon days away from your normal routine. Traveling always seems to jar my system a little and I feel a cloudy for a day or two before fully feeling “back at home”. Only now, as I sit sipping my morning coffee, sun streaming brightly through the palms outside my window, bursting into fragments and shattering on my patio, I feel like the whole thing was a wonderful dream. How else could the magic of those days have happend? How else do those people exist, but in dreams. Yes, that is a tad over played, but truly my heart beats for the time we just had in such a way that I fear no world can ever replace that of my “home”. However, maybe I don’t need replacement, maybe I only need to know that it exists and that, for now, will be enough.
Drew and I awoke bleary and disoriented on Sunday morning. We were momentarily at a loss for our surroundings before realizing that we were in our apartment, in our bed, with our blankets tucked disheveled and awry around us. Slowly the pieces came together, we were back in LA, it was Sunday, life as we know it was to begin again.
We rolled out of bed, pulled on some clothing (whether it matched or looked good, we were too tired to care), brushed our teeth, put on hats to matte down the chaos of tresses sprouting from our heads, and ran out the door. Sunday morning, meant Cortez brunch, and we could not get there fast enough.
Sitting at the large, marble, counter we sipped our steaming cups of coffee from artisan mugs and patiently waited for breakfast to arrive. While we waited we spoke of our trip, of all the love and excitement and good that came out of it. And then. As you well know I have been struggling to pin down one avenue to pursue in my life as of late, I have felt rather at a loss for a clear direction to head in. I have so many passions, so much I want to do, that the waters become muddied from too many ideas swirling violently in their wake. However, that being said, I had a feeling fill my spirit on our flight home. It is time. I need to DO. I am ready, life is pushing me, and I know that there may not be one direction, but moving forward is always better than remaining stagnent.
Less than 24 hours later I had started putting pieces into place, contacted friends and business, starting something, getting excited, and feeling the hope of the future taking hold.
A quote by George Bernard Shaw comes to mind. “A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.”
And so, I will do.