It's Sunday morning. I love Sundays. I used to feel like that Johnny Cash song, "there's something in a Sunday that makes the body feel alone." Now when Sunday comes I love it.
I'm sitting, drinking coffee, thinking of all there is to do and then not doing it. My dog is playing outside with another dog and being hilarious. Watching that is enough.
I'm listening to that wonderful melodic kind of music. I close my eyes and just get carried into that other realm where music takes you. I return only when things cross my mind like: "Is someone watching? Is Gus playing in the yard still? Am I going to make it to mass?!" Usually one of those things has gone awry but I've had my transcendental moment for the day.
Moving slowly: that's the key. I let all those worries stack up for Monday morning. It's Sunday right now. I can't think about such things. Sunday falls under a whole new set of priorities. Sunday has its own pace.
Life Thus Far on the Open Road
So I haven't written in a while. Like a year? Things have been crazy. I'm in the real world now, with all it's real worldiness. I'm not a student any longer. That's weird. I'm used to using all my energy for steeping in my own thoughts. I could spend a whole day thinking and reading. That was considered productive. Now it's not. Now productivity is cleaning house, walking dog, grocery shopping, making budget plans and having enough time to steep in my own mind juice so I don't go crazy.
It's easy to forget who I am when all I do is live. I've gotten into running because it slows me down, oddly. While my body just wants to use every ounce of energy it has gathered from sitting all day at work my mind is free to wander about aimlessly. I'm free to get pissed, get excited, daydream and imagine.
I think it's important to just find those ways you can make yourself free. Every time I go hiking I become surprised at how human I feel. It's like I had forgotten what that was like. I go into autopilot with all the day-to-day and then I set foot on a trail and my heart becomes fleshy again. I encounter myself.
Sometimes I'm different and sometimes I'm frustratingly the same. Sometimes for the life of me I can't figure out the solution to any of my problems. Sometimes by the grace of God I just see. Then there are the times my dog knocks my feet from under me and I'm laying on a root. That's what I know about life thus far. It's hilariously unpredictable.
It's easy to forget who I am when all I do is live. I've gotten into running because it slows me down, oddly. While my body just wants to use every ounce of energy it has gathered from sitting all day at work my mind is free to wander about aimlessly. I'm free to get pissed, get excited, daydream and imagine.
I think it's important to just find those ways you can make yourself free. Every time I go hiking I become surprised at how human I feel. It's like I had forgotten what that was like. I go into autopilot with all the day-to-day and then I set foot on a trail and my heart becomes fleshy again. I encounter myself.
Sometimes I'm different and sometimes I'm frustratingly the same. Sometimes for the life of me I can't figure out the solution to any of my problems. Sometimes by the grace of God I just see. Then there are the times my dog knocks my feet from under me and I'm laying on a root. That's what I know about life thus far. It's hilariously unpredictable.
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