2 full days of EOY planning and video onsites
I’m drained
Anxiety is high in my chest during these spells
Should I speak? Am I contributing?
In the waning hours of this Friday marathon, I grow restless
I long for relief
I lust for adventure
Let’s go to Chapel Hill
Or maybe Wilmington?
It’s been at least a decade…
An ocean breeze sounds nice
I grin, pick up my laptop and rush upstairs
“We are resource constrained”
Thud, beach towel in the suitcase
“This is a platform team”
Plop, running shoes as well
Finally I’m sitting front seat in the night blue beemer
Voices still rattle away from my computer
4:59 PST, whack
The Lenovo slaps shut and gets stuffed into the bag
Engine on
Sticky Fingers on
And the night calash starts careening down the dusk I-40
It’s 1:30 when I finally make it back to my hastily booked hotel room
The room fades as the Waffle House and Knob Creek promptly coax me into a deep sleep
I spend the morning strolling around downtown and make it to the ocean by noon
I start pacing along the coast, snapping pictures along the way
There’s hardly anyone at the beach in November, yet it’s still too warm to wear my fleece
What a perfect moment to pause
Feel the clear sun on my neck
Hear the heartbeat crash of the waves
See the mosaic seashell bits on the ground, tessellating into infinite silicon
As I leave the beach behind, I’m engulfed by a thought
I’m free as a bird
I’m free to keep going
Charleston, Savannah, Appalachia…
I could beeline across the continental US like in Lolita
My heart flutters with the allure
I let it hit me
Wash over me
And settle again
I smile and promise myself that I’ll take off one day and indulge that boundless freedom
For Further Reading…
- On the different Tiers of Freedom, check out 3 Levels of Freedom
- On the Meaning of Life, check out Here’s the meaning of Life
- On Art as a vehicle for exploring authentic values, check out Art Art Art
