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In a program right now that’s asking some deep questions of me, so these are some things that are coming out of these self-discussions. I’m slowly starting to connect the dots in the bigger picture of my life.
Also, a confirmation of the above points: the fact that I had to post this onto tumblr. (not a personal journal, not to just those close to me, but to post it on the old world wide web.)
Let’s buckle down.
Let’s buckle up.
Quit fooling around
And show your stuff.
Let’s put out productivity
And increase our activity.
Let’s say no the voices that tell us we can’t
And let’s make the choices of a worker ant
Let’s get ready
Then go ahead anyway
Let’s hold steady
Because today is our day.
To appreciate your home, you have to leave it.
A few weeks ago, I traveled to Long Beach, California where the weather was sunny and warm. In the middle of December. This is not new to me, as I live in south Florida, and the weather, palm trees, and breezy days are no surprise. However, I went to this city for a conference with attendees from New York, Ohio, Kansas, Chicago and every other state that actually has a winter. When I landed, I met up with two friends from Ohio and Chicago. Both could not get over the weather. One kept on taking pictures of palm trees. The other would not believe that it was December in this place.
And they’re amazement didn’t stop that day. Throughout the weekend, everyone from a cold place would be snapping pictures, making jokes about taking their coats off, and generally pinching themselves to make sure they weren’t in some ethereal dimension where it was hot in December (like, say, Australia). I stood and just smiled most of the time, they were like kids at Disney World. I also stayed silent when I pulled my jacket over because it was around 60 or 70 degrees at night and that’s just not okay (I’m used to 80 at least).
When I flew home, i stopped in Ohio for a layover, and the first thing I did was bolt out of the airport to feel the cold and, wait for it…SEE SNOW! This would be the second time in my life seeing snow (the first being a dirty snow hill in my cousins’ backyard in New Jersey. Magical. I jumped in it.), and the first time seeing it fall from the sky like some otherworldly magic angel dust. It was amazing. It was beautiful. And it was 15 minutes.
I ran back inside to catch my flight home. I landed back into the warm December and palm-tree laden streets of Fort Lauderdale. And though California’s weather didn’t give me much to see, the reactions and perceptions of my friends did make me think. I snapped a photo of the palm trees and the clouds and sent it to them.
I’m home :P
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