I woke up in a cabin on a futon next to a stone fireplace, surrounded by many windows. The sun was fighting through the dense foilage to shed more light on my situation. And if I turn off this iPod and listen closely, I could hear Lake Michigan coming to rest along the nearby shore. Time to let out a yawn and return home.
Look, mom: a new world!
I forgot I trekked 25 minutes through the storm last night in a Mustang GT with sh***y tires to get up to my lawyer’s cabin. Not drunk, just distracted. Distracted from being anxious. The anxiety that comes to a child with ways and means on Christmas Eve. It starts with the anticipation of getting what one wants and wears one down to the point where they’re afraid of getting nothing at all.
When I got here, Octoberfest brew in hand and backpack over my shoulder, my lawyer was half-asleep watching Catholics beat on each other (go Irish).
He’s been fighting anxiety on his own.
Anxiety that comes from the percieved pace one is supposed to live their life and accomplish the tasks that keeps the species going.
Therein lies the bond from which our friendship is forged.
But in a cabin in the woods along the lake, reality left for a little while. I could open up my laptop and start back on my book of blues and put in a couple hours of good work while his girlfriend’s kitten chewed on my hair.
No expectations, no deadlines, no consequences. Just the brazen joy that used to fill me when I started the project.
In a few minutes, I’ll go back home and continue to struggle to catch up to myself. But for now – kitten in lap, iPod playing on this iPhone while I scribble down these notes – I am me, again..
glad that you are you again, our gtalk was very helpful to me. thanks see you wednesday
Glad the Ying in my life is you! 😛 JK…good to see the focus is coming to you!
There is no other feeling that is best like when you are eager to work on a project. The thoughts of what it may accomplish, how it may help a particular person (maybe yourself or a narrow audience), the possibilities, they all flood the mind. Best of luck in continuing your project. And what better place to do a little work then by the Dunes.
Thank you, Jason.
Absolutely. The Dunes is so peaceful. I take it for granted it because we live so close by. But when I go down to Indy, I forget the rest of the state isn’t so lucky. And I find myself somewhat prideful of living in Duneland…sorta
This sounds so peacefully stimulating — maybe you should consider a sabbatical and just hide away, but now I’m dreaming…
Definitely a consideration. Now, if only I could get it funded 🙂