Archive for March, 2011

Back to Tennessee

I fancy things working out just right (sort of the glass half full to Alanis Moirssette’s “Isn’t it Ironic”)–just enough milk in the jug for one bowl of breakfast cereal, exact change at the checkout line, the instant arrival of the subway as you reach the platform, and recently, the perfect song playing as I arrived home after a 17-hour drive from Vermont.

“Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain’t no place I’d rather be,
Baby won’t you carry me back to Tennessee.”

sang the Grateful Dead

I believe everything happens for a reason, but I contribute more to timing than fate. Fate and luck I, nor any known force, have foreseeable control over. But, being patient, mindful and introspective paint a path to clarity.

I get excited frequently and with ease, but I rarely feel disappointed.

I have plans of travel, adventure and graduate school, but I am happy with the here and now.

I want to own things like a home, business or dog, but I’m willing to wait.

I need more outlets for creativity, but I have my whole life to learn how to sew, tango or brew.

My little 25-year old body and soul are at the jumping off point, but rather than choosing the road that is less traveled (or more traveled for that matter), or blazing my own road, or asking someone directions to a road they like…I think I should probably stop with the analogies….I want to find my road by loafing around until I find the one road of the many roads that I will travel on during my life. Life should be simple, and I intend to keep it that way.




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