I want to go somewhere. Somewhere beautiful. And I want to go there now!
Like HERE: (And click the pic to see lots of gorgeous places)
Maybe this is a result of Spring Break being about this time of year… at least, for all those lucky people still in school and/or working for a school. However, in “real life” as they say, there is no Spring Break for the rest of us. We just keep working and working… barely acknowledging except in snippets of small talk how the weather is changing, and how we’d all rather be outside, etc. (It’s really unkind of the system, don’t you think? I mean, we get 2 weeks off at Christmas, one for Spring Break, 3 MONTHS basically in the summer, and even a few other days off throughout the year for about the first 20 years of our existence, give or take, and then all of a sudden, we are limited to 2 weeks of vacation the rest of our lives??? Does anyone else see the ridiculousness of this?)
Maybe it’s also because we woke to rain showering down this morning. I mean, in the moment I wasn’t exactly rocking back and forth, wide-eyed and ready to leap out of bed, but there’s something about rainy days that makes me positively ache for adventure. Especially at this time of year; it’s like the earth is- like me- longing for newness. It’s aching to burst into color, finally resurrecting, light and weightless after the long sleep under the heavy blanket of winter.
I’m aching for color, too! My family used to always travel down to Ft. Myers, Florida to visit my grandma either over Christmas, Spring Break, and some times both. When I was little, for some reason I was never that excited by this, because I knew it’d be hot and I hated hot weather. (Ok, I don’t strictly love it now… thus my disdain for August.) But as I got older, it revived me more and more, and I grew to love our traditional haunts- the very authentic Greek restaurant by the beach, the actual beach, Blackhawk Coffee Shop at Bell Tower Mall (with their Double Trouble Milkshake topped with the thickest, most delightful whipped cream you’ve EVER tasted), and even Grandma’s little kitchen table- the weird one with the glass top and the little TV, which often sounded with the Today Show in the morning… I’d even go jogging with Mom fairly frequently in those mega-humid days! (Which was definitely not the most fun part of the vacation, but jogging in sunny Florida is better than jogging in the gray midwest… plus I was with Mom which made it more fun, too.)
So, maybe I got used to this splash of beauty in the middle of winter, which was the shot in the arm I clung to in order to make it to spring… And now I don’t have that. At least, not in this phase of life. Don’t get me wrong- I’m SO thankful for all the beauty the fills up my days, but I just think the rollicking torrents of rain shook me awake this morning and made me yearn for adventure. And I found myself, as Ryan zipped up his jacket over his sweater vest, button down, and khakis for work, wanting to shout, “Don’t go to work! Let’s go to the zoo! And Starbucks! And maybe vacation!” or at least let’s stay home in our pj’s and look at pictures of beautiful places and watch one of the many TV shows we like that takes place in California or somewhere like that at least…
Of course, I can’t be too swashbuckling, considering I’m about to have this baby any day now-
– and even getting up and down hurts (courtesy both of Lucy exacerbating my low back issue, and then the evil icey sidewalk I fell on a couple Sundays ago- that’s another story… there was much sobbing and hyperventilating, but I’m fine, baby is fine, Ryan was freaked out but fine, doctor said all is fine… I’m just also bruised now on that part of my back that already hurt. What can I say? It takes talent, folks…). But as I stumbled upon Tsh Oxenreider’s blog (as well as her name… Yowza!) recently, my desire to go- somewhere- was fanned into flame even more, probably because she is a traveler/writer/reader/blogger and her blog is beautiful and colorful and you can read about her travels.
Here it is! You should check it out!
So. What shall I do today? Probably work, and work hard, because I need to continue the momentum in my business before Lucy comes- and that’s ok! I’m excited to see what happens from the seeds I’m sowing! Sometimes you have to be patient, and you can’t go to Florida or the zoo or even Starbucks right now, because you’re working to create the life of adventure you want in the long run. There is beauty in that- and there’s even adventure in it, too! I will probably just need to reread this post every so often to remind myself of that, when a windy, rainy day gets me all riled up. Sometimes I feel like Frodo and Sam in the second half of The Two Towers, traveling through the grayest, most desolate, February-ish place in any world, real or fictitious, with rocks and bogs and Gollum the only company available. Don’t you? (And incidentally, WHY did Tolkien publish it like that? I know I can’t really say anything bad about Tolkien, but I always thought The Two Towers should’ve been broken up like the movie- alternating between the awesomeness of Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas’s exciting search for Merry and Pippin and the dismal, depressing, monotonous journey of Frodo and Sam through Mordor… I mean, Tolkien describes every pebble in detail, and that’s exhausting, because Mordor is made up of almost EXCLUSIVELY all pebbles and/or rocks!!!) But anyway- spring is coming, people! *Side note: do you prefer gray or grey? I can’t decide which one… I hate it when words and/or grammar rules are ambiguous!
I will at least be listening to the music I’ve grown up associating with adventure. Here is some of it for you! If all you have is small talk with other coworkers bemoaning the need to stay in your gray/grey cubicle, I understand, and maybe by listening to some of this, you’ll feel like you’ve been somewhere today…
And… because I mentioned swashbuckling…