Some lessons I've learned:
#1 No major life decision should be made on the spur of the moment. Or in anger. Or in love. Or in any strong emotion. One needs to distance one's self if possible and take plenty of time.
#2 Thinking you can deal with a situation is not the same as actually living it. If you've given it your best but just can't deal with it you have not necessarily failed.
#3 All things worth while take an immense amount of work. But some things will not work no matter how much effort you invest.
#4 Compromise is about meeting someone halfway; do not confuse this with three quarters.
#5 Learn to live in the moment. Yes we all have to plan for the future to some extent, and we should learn from the past, but now is all we ever really have.
#6 Life is too short. Even on the days it seems long. Don't settle.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Home Again
Home three days now and the jet lag is starting to wear off. Vacations are a funny thing; if they're good, you need another to recover from the first!
Seattle in June tends to be cool and rainy. I was fortunate and the first week was full of sunny days with temps in the low 70's. Not bad. Five days with my mom was not enough, but better than no time at all. We stayed up till the wee hours of the morning talking and laughing...It's really hard living so far away from her. After mom's I spent the next ten days cramming in visits with many friends and loved ones. The time spent was perfectly enjoyable. Relaxed, no stress, lots of fun and laughter. Of course the last few days the weather turned on me and I was reminded of why I wanted to move. When you wake up in the morning and can't see the tree tops because they are in the clouds...Well, let's just say it's not my thing.
The last day of June saw me on the way to San Francisco. Weather was perfect, sunny and 70 (the sky back up where it belongs) and I got to my friends place just in time to watch the fog roll in for the evening. To me there is something magical about the fog in this, my favorite city. I can spend literally hours watching it drift and move. It's hypnotic. Since the age of twelve SF has been my Mecca. It's the first place I think of when I need to escape. I love the rhythm of the city; the energy and the eclectic mix of people and culture. I had a fabulous time, as usual.
Homecoming is always, for me anyway, a mix of emotions. I mean, no matter how much fun you have, living out of a suitcase gets old after a while. And one tends to miss one's own bed and pillow. And yet, it's rather anti-climatic. After three days of laundry, sorting through a month's mail and reassuring the dog that I won't be disappearing any time soon, reality sets in. I realize that once again I have no life. Sure there's work and there are the household responsibilities, but these are not life affirming activities for me. They are not fulfilling. And most of all I realized how lonely I am here. For a variety of reasons I have not yet been able to develop any friends here. I miss having people around to share my thoughts and ideas with. People who find interest in the things I like. People who like things that I find interesting. So I feel restless, and somewhat dissatisfied. It's time to change things. Shake things up. Let my presence be known. And be damned to those who would stand in my way!
Seattle in June tends to be cool and rainy. I was fortunate and the first week was full of sunny days with temps in the low 70's. Not bad. Five days with my mom was not enough, but better than no time at all. We stayed up till the wee hours of the morning talking and laughing...It's really hard living so far away from her. After mom's I spent the next ten days cramming in visits with many friends and loved ones. The time spent was perfectly enjoyable. Relaxed, no stress, lots of fun and laughter. Of course the last few days the weather turned on me and I was reminded of why I wanted to move. When you wake up in the morning and can't see the tree tops because they are in the clouds...Well, let's just say it's not my thing.
The last day of June saw me on the way to San Francisco. Weather was perfect, sunny and 70 (the sky back up where it belongs) and I got to my friends place just in time to watch the fog roll in for the evening. To me there is something magical about the fog in this, my favorite city. I can spend literally hours watching it drift and move. It's hypnotic. Since the age of twelve SF has been my Mecca. It's the first place I think of when I need to escape. I love the rhythm of the city; the energy and the eclectic mix of people and culture. I had a fabulous time, as usual.
Homecoming is always, for me anyway, a mix of emotions. I mean, no matter how much fun you have, living out of a suitcase gets old after a while. And one tends to miss one's own bed and pillow. And yet, it's rather anti-climatic. After three days of laundry, sorting through a month's mail and reassuring the dog that I won't be disappearing any time soon, reality sets in. I realize that once again I have no life. Sure there's work and there are the household responsibilities, but these are not life affirming activities for me. They are not fulfilling. And most of all I realized how lonely I am here. For a variety of reasons I have not yet been able to develop any friends here. I miss having people around to share my thoughts and ideas with. People who find interest in the things I like. People who like things that I find interesting. So I feel restless, and somewhat dissatisfied. It's time to change things. Shake things up. Let my presence be known. And be damned to those who would stand in my way!
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