shrine around it, or bow down and get all 'namaste' on it, but rather, just try and be ok in it. Because life is a whole mess of feelings and places and whatever, and to believe that one can walk around and be all la-la all the time is absurd. It isn't real.
And dude, can I just say, when I follow through on this philosophy, it totally takes the pressure off, and by default, I think I actually end up a little happier anyway.
Today is the day that I launched a giveaway. So, of course that means I'm waiting for entries to fly in throughout the day. Today I'm also gettting my car inspected. In fact, as I write this blog post I'm sitting at the mechanic's. I love it here. But to be fair, I love most waiting places.
I know I might be alone on this, so allow me to explain.
Before I get too deep into it, I'd like to point out, I'm within the same four walls a LOT.
I couldn't ask for a more rewardging gig than my massage therapy practice, but I work from home. Alone. And though it's totally dreamy 99% of the time, it's also kind of isolating. And though I see people all day, our communication is, well, limited.
I also art alone. At home. By myself. A lot.
Needless to say, I can get lonely and uninspired sometimes.
But since I'm a human being, I have things that force me out of my walls. Things like appointments. Appointments like this car inspection.
Besides having four exterior walls, everthing about this place is different from my norm. It's simply intoxicationg. Different is good. Different is stimulating.
The bright, overhead fluorescent lighting, the hard, dusty tiled floor, the scent of oil and tires in the air. And let me just tell you the guys who run the show here. Dudes in oil stained navy blue Dickies, love 'em. They treat me like a person, an equal, despite my fluffy occupation and gender. So. Rad. They're also kind, funny, and honest folks. Triple win.
Looking around the waiting area, I think about all of the people who've passed through here. A diverse group of folks all tending to their automobiles. Reading the paper, watching the tv, on their phones, drinking the free coffee from styrofoam cups; I like to think we're all connected. While we're here, we're all just people waiting for the car doctor's diagnosis. Politics, religion, and social statuses have nothing to do with this place. In here we're one of the same.
It's powerful stuff... And that's just the mechanic's. There are lots of places of waiting: In line at the bank, at the store, for a concert, at the dentist's office, doctor's office, airports, bus stops... These are gathering places for humans who are essentially sharing an experience. We're never alone in our waiting, and I think that's beautiful.
Thanks for waiting with me.