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...

Hello, semi-faithful blog readers. I was posting pretty consistently for a while there, then I just fell off the grid. Where did I go? Honestly, I don't know. But I'm back and feeling like I'm gonna be spending a little more quality time here again. I've got that writing and reflecting bug. I hear it's going around... I like hangovers. I know, I know, I know...you probably think I'm insane, but let me explain. I don't like those gnarly hangovers (the pukey, headachey, wobbly, I-think-I'm-still-drunk kind of hangovers), but I like the mellow ones. The ones where you feel just icky enough to not want to drink again for a while. I like these baby hangovers because they serve as a reminder and act as an incentive to re-evaluate some of my not-so-great habits. For instance, feeling slight shitty today made me think about my general health. It's sufficient, but I could be taking WAY better care of myself. Then I was like, okay, I haven't been to t...

I haven't felt like writing very much lately. I don't really know why. I know there are things I'd like to write down. Thoughts about the day. Thoughts about life. But I haven't felt the urge to put pen to paper, so to speak. Alas, here I am, trying to write something that means something and I'm coming up roses. Where does that phrase come from? I'll look it up. Haha, it means something completely different than what I thought! For some reason I thought it meant that I'm coming up empty handed (which makes no sense). It really means that "everything is really just excellent." So maybe that's where I'll leave this ridiculous post. Everything's coming up roses.