The ghosts of unwritten Saturday Morning posts have me sitting at this keyboard today. How to catch-up? How to get back in tune with living and words?
My apartment is officially for sale, some showings but no takers as of yet. I feel a bit anxious and a bit judged that somehow my place is not immediately desirable to everyone who crosses its threshold. It's silly, I know. But you can't help taking it just a teensy bit personally.
The prospect of liquidating all assets and carving-out 18 months of freedom is intoxicating though. As escape plans get more concrete a cheeky little devil on my shoulder keeps whispering "forget the MBA, go world traveling instead!"
Such dangerous thoughts leave me vulnerable to impulse. Just today, my sister received an email from a discovered cousin in Panama. My sister's the genealogist in the family and has been working for years to piece together all the threads that have crisscrossed and braided themselves across Europe and the Americas.
My first thought at the news of a Panamanian connection was how interesting it would be to embark on a journey of discovery through Scotland, England and France to Trinidad, Venezuela, and now Panama. To follow the paths of the ancestors - a kind of ancestral pilgrimage - I truly would love to do that.
I wonder why we tend towards putting-off doing what we love for doing what is expected or acceptable? What is that tendency all about?
2 comments:
I vote for the trip! Blog posts and photos from Panama and other places in the world might well be more interesting than blog posts from MBA school.
(I say this with pure self-interest.)
And aren't some of your Found Photos from Panama? Surely that is a sign.
Ha, sweet Andrea, I was thinking of polling my "many" followers to see what they thought. But I suspect folk would just help to lead me astray.
But then again, maybe I'm astray already and have to find my way back? Things to ponder...
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