Life has seemed to explode again. In these times of activity I take a moment to pause and remember my summer by the beach. When the biggest issue was to decide what to do and the hardest motivation was to get myself down to the beach on my bicycle. In those days, I reminded myself to do as much as I would ever want to do in those days, so that I could remember back on those times fondly and gain the refreshment of the relaxation even in the memory. My awareness has paid off. I remember my afternoons in my apartment, the sunlight streaming through the blinds, the plants growing happily and the sweat on my arms from a recent bike ride. The tan on my face and the complete lack of work clothes in my closet. I remember those feelings, I remember that time. I remember the space of time and it's a breath of fresh air to rat race heather. It's not that I want to return to that lifestyle, I remember it fondly and use it as a gulp of water from a canteen. But the memory is a good reminder to a different lifestyle. I've gotten completely caught up in the rat race again and it's driving me crazy.
Which makes me enjoy all the more a lonely Friday night, on the couch with a book, my laptop and a dog licking his paw nearby. Quiet. No onslaught for the moment. At least until the alarm goes off tomorrow at 6 and it's time to pack for another weekend in the Mojave. This time, it's intense.
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