head full of nothing and caffeine free

Sitting staring at the computer screen…the modern version of the writing pad…completely empty of ideas and motivation.

That doesn’t bode well for an interesting post.

Here’s a video from a guy named Josh Ritter…song called “Idaho”.

When in doubt, I search YouTube for a video to act as a “place marker”…and when I’m really feeling lost and without inspiration, I look for a video with some kind of connection to Idaho.

Really, though, it may be that it’s not so much Idaho as it is someplace “away”.

Then again, it probably is about Idaho…it’s so darn beautiful.

Maybe I just need to calm my nerves and settle down, shake the wanderlust out of my hair, and get back to the business of blooming where I’m planted.

This is just what happens after I take a short trip…it just whets my appetite for a bigger and more constant adventure.

It is such a pleasure to be able to handle the things that consistent employment and geographic stability lets me handle.

I like taking care of my family.

That’s a good thing.

But I love to step out of the car and feel the strange and new air hit my face, smells different from the ones in Western North Carolina, see the plants and the animals and the people who seem different somehow, feel just a little off-balance and confused with all the differences I see and feel.

The geography of fresh experience is a powerful magnet for me.

There’s an Expedia commercial that they’re airing right now where they present people with the option of taking a trip anywhere in the world.

The only catch is that they have to be able to leave immediately.

It’s not surprising that most of the people say something along the lines of, “oh…I couldn’t do that…I couldn’t leave like that on short notice…”

There’s this one guy who packs his yellow suitcase and off he goes to China.

He was ready and willing to jump at opportunity.

I wonder if I’d be willing and able to be that guy given the chance?

I doubt it…too scared and anxious about our “situation” to take that leap of faith.

I’ve said it before….and once again I’ll say it, loudly and as clearly as I can muster….the world is a BIG PLACE…SO DARN BIG AND WIDE OPEN…and I hold tightly to my moorings…afraid to drift off into the wild and blue.

I do love the small reminders of the world’s beautiful bigness that even a short road trip provides.


About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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