How Sad a Passage

COUNTESS "This young gentlewoman had a father,--O, that 'had'! how sad a passage 'tis!--whose skill was almost as great as his honesty; had it stretched so far, would have made nature immortal, and death should have play for lack of work." -Act I scene i, All's Well that Ends Well.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Dilemmas and Distractions and Belgium Diamonds

One week ago today it was that you left Zanzibar.  How already distant in the mind, and yet how difficult to focus back in on those tasks and on the life that waits for you here on your return.  The comfortable bed, the welcoming apartment, the functioning car, the office with its view back into the harbour rather than toward the horizon.  Add in a night of predictable revelry, of stories, of plans for the coming nights, of drunken messages unfulfilled and so on.

All as if you were never there, at the top of Kili or on the plains of the Serengeti or on the windswept beaches of the Indian ocean.  All of the planning and practice hiking and speculation and wondering - all in the past.  Not surprising it takes a bit of getting readjusted, both to the pace of life and the type of decisions to be made.  And, of course, the being back on your own, without a constant travel companion to worry over and muse about.  I am sure that has some bearing on the desire to figure out what is next, and also to blame no doubt is the lack of stringent deadlines to be met to keep you occupied.

Where to from here, it is hard not to be distracted...  And hard to focus on the work that could be done at hand to cement a future that has seemed, always, like one not quite in line with what you want while, always, being - well - close enough, for lack of a better expression.  Close enough to pay the bills, offer the requisite freedom in terms of time and money and comfort and intellectual stimulation.  But perpetually leaving you with questions to answer as the years recede and the places visited (and recorded herein and in fb albums gone past) mount.

So - such a favourite word - what does it all mean, where is it all going, what are you going to dream up to do next?  Because that is all it takes, the idea.  I feel like the next one(s) is/are important.  Keep thinking for now, enjoy the annual Burns commemoration and see about maximizing the use of the hot tub as you wait to see what happens.  To see what inspiration strikes, or falls into place, or leaves you guessing. 

2014 promises to be a fascinating, eventful one.  Don't let her down, eh?  Go big.

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