I really don’t have much of a handle on reality.
Take nomadic living, for instance.
I am going to move my ENTIRE family into a Westphalia camper….and we’re not going to pay rent for ANYTHING!!
Not really…..that’s not close to what I intend to do.
I’m not going to bust any kind of move….and I’m really not chomping at any kind of bit.
I’m pretty consistently happy.
I am pacified.
Except….somebody messed with one of the knobs on my chair and now the back rest is free- floating and I can’t lean back.
I have a feeling that I know who did it, too.
Knowing who did the crime is irrelevant, though. It doesn’t change a thing. The crime is repeatable and the criminal is consistent.
What the heck? Not being able to lean back is good for my posture.
Every time I watch one of these videos….or use one in my posts…Jenny wonders what I’m planning.
I’m not planning anything…..or, more accurately, I’m not planning a lifestyle change like living in a van.
(Speaking of lifestyle change…..how about Bruce Jenner?! Did you hear about that? That makes living in a van look like small potatoes.)
But….stepping out onto the ground on a sunny Santa Barbara morning….eating a breakfast burrito….going for a run on the beach…..feeling that crisp, cool California morning air….sounds kind of nice.
I say this as I listen to the soft morning sounds out my North Carolina window….feeling my own little cool breeze blow in….drinking coffee.
Maybe what I look for is “different wonderful”.
Change is good….but it’s good to be able to recognize something nice wherever you go….or, wherever you are.
(Mannnnn….this chair!! What the heck?)
The birds are starting to wake up….and so will everyone in my family, soon.
Sometimes I think that maybe it’s not so much the “going” that I’m reaching towards…..maybe it’s just knowing that I CAN….
Maybe it’s knowing that we still can GO if we want to…..
I need to know that we can still GO SOMEWHERE….
I guess that we’re always going somewhere.
This freaking chair……
“(you were) going somewhere” David Wilcox