Jet lag and/or sleep deprivation, I believe, is like having that hangover without having attended the party. Waking, finally, long after my alarm clock’s snooze function expired – realizing I am far more tired than first thought, so I stayed in bed a good while longer. Returning home, simply for sleeping on my own familiar mattress …. what bliss! And returning to no snow is pleasant. Contrast between Maui’s lush greenery to Calgary brown after traveling overnight without sleep, sprinting between terminals to make that plane change in Los Angeles, unpacking, checking mail, banking, shopping – watching some Masters golf on TV … and crashing produces the inevitable wake-up with a sniffle and a strong desire to keep sleeping. Saturday of resuming normal routines, laundry, watching Masters golf on TV. And I have some notes to write …
I was not weary from work as weary from getting ready to go. Obviously rested, yet frustrated by failure to get out of my own way in respect of things that matter – ideas, plans, projects, ambitions – at various aging-stages, stalled, slow-moving, excused, side-tracked, postponed, being-rethought, or simply and apathetically set aside. Or forgotten. Surely everyone has best-laid plan failures? Busy lives take over middle of our lives (and yikes ~ nearer our end there will be no time or energy or health left). But there is still time. There is always time. Fatigue and alarm clocks will be involved. I’ve made time for thinking about making time and now that I’ve done my thinking it is time for making, so stay tuned for some fireworks, for I intend on seeing and being my own fireworks show.
column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: 3C/38F, mostly clear, light breeze and just nippy enough to make eyes water (or are those ‘missing Maui tears?’); good to be back on familiar turf. And I’m heading out shortly to pick up Gusta at the kennel …
admit I don’t read these everyday - you are far too prolific for me to keep up with. Under the golden arches in paradise? trust the break has brought back everything you were needing - seeking or wanting. I’ve finally got my grove back on writing….just needed to start. So I admire your everyday thoughts and putting them out there. Heard a talk by Seth Godin years ago and it was simply to put it out there. Once you hit send there is no taking it back :-) all the best on your journey’s home , NL, Balzac, AB
Well, may I be one of the first to say "welcome home" or should it be "welcome to your other home"? Maybe two homes is the way to go. I always imagined having a winter home and a summer home. Winter home to escape the hot, humid days and a summer home to escape the cold, humid days. It could happen you know. As you say, "all things are possible." GW, Bon Wier, Tx.