How often must I sit by the side of the road and wait for the donkey cart to take me over the next hill? I think sometimes that this is one of the best parts of the trip: the waiting. The times in-between waiting and arriving at the destination are mostly downtime–I chat with my seat mates, sleep if I can, watch some movies, listen to music and then I am getting off the plane and walking into the bright sun of the new world.
The Air France lounge is filling up with fellow passengers, many going back to France, but I will be connecting and continuing on to Florence where the Aegean Center waits for me with open arms and the hope of more knowledge, experience and a bright future. I have entered a new phase, I feel it, one of growth and letting go of much of my past. I am grateful for this chance to add something meaningful to the world and what that is I am not sure, but there will be something. I have no illusions that it will be big or even memorable. It will be a small legacy. I am laying the foundations for this future. As I write these words.
On another note I used to write these thoughts in a small spiral notebook for my eye only. Today I am using my laptop and posting for the world to see and read. This makes a difference because it allows me to still be as free as I was before but try for some more substantive content.
I’ll try to post more often and, as the days progress, with more actual comings-and-goings and a rundown of the day’s events.
JDCM
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