Desiderata

Just stumbled upon Liz Gilbert's recent post about travel. I'm re-posting it here as a reminder to myself that even though I'm EXHAUSTED, poor and unsettled: it's WORTH IT. ______________________________________________ QUESTION OF THE DAY: Why do we travel? Dear Ones - This is what jet-lag looks like on me, at 3am. This is what my poor innocent bathroom mirror had to look at this morning, in the cruel, cruel pre-dawn hours. Niiiiiiiiiccccceeeee. I just got home from a three-week trip to Greece and Turkey, and at 3:00 this morning, jet-lagged and ragged as all hell, I pondered once more (under the harsh bathroom lights) this old question: WHY DO WE TRAVEL? Because let's be honest, you guys. Traveling is expensive, inconvenient, tiring, time-consuming and sometimes — like all interesting things (sex and creativity, for instance) — it's even boring. You don't speak the language, you don't recognize the food, the toilets are co...

I just stumbled across this old horoscope (from a couple of weeks ago). The general themes still apply (of course). Pour yourself another cold brew, Capricorn. Done and done. Probably over-caffeinating myself at this point.  This week could find you in a sleepy groove, but not without reason. Tuesday’s full moon in your 12th house of completions is sounding the call for a cleanup mission. Is your space a disgrace? Probably not since you tend to be organized. Well actually, it is a disgrace. And yes I am organized, but my room has clothes all over the place. I've been so busy and doing way too many things, as usual. Also: I have too much stuff!  But, you probably feel overloaded: too much stuff, OMG I literally just said that!   too many commitments and responsibilities you’re only halfway passionate about.  Talk about reading my mind... Hew the excess from your calendar and you’ll feel instantly refreshed. Instead of refilling the white space that creates, lea...

My toes are freezing! Why are my toes always freezing?! I've got a super legit space heater rotating in my room, set for 2 hours to make falling asleep manageable. Yet my feet freeze.  Today was FULL. I woke up early. Earlier than everyone else at my parents' house. The house was quiet, full of heavy breathing, but eerily quiet. Baby wasn't even stirring. Brie was contently snoozing beside me in my childhood room. The room is spare at this point in time, due to changing tenants over the past few years. My grandad lived there for about a year, but now he is dating a younger woman named Sharon and they live down by the beach, which he loves and it suits him perfectly. Brits love to bask in the sun and he is no exception. Now, Andrew and Amanda live in that room because Forrest has pretty much taken over Amanda's room. So whenever I go home, I end up sleeping on the couch downstairs. I don't really mind, but it does bring up a lot of funny feelings when I do end up...