I am sitting here in traffic on I-95 (not driving!), listening to Steven Wilson's Grace for Drowning, attempting to wrap my mind around what I have just done and what I am doing. Feelings of jubilation and unhinged excitement are not as potent as I had expected or hoped. Maybe I am just too tired.
Or maybe I have become comfortably numb within the planning phase of our emigration, spinning my wheel like a busy little hamster and exhausting myself, but getting nowhere.
I have always thrived inside logistics. That predisposition to planning is what has helped me book musical tours thousands of miles long. The road, the wind, the ocean, the stars, the hula hoop, the street performer call to me. And so I go, go, go...see, see, see...do, do, do...hear, hear, hear...but at times my ambition and overdrive hijack by body and push me so hard that my heart and soul can barely keep up.
How to slow down? Can I? Should I? Can my mind even process the experience fast enough? Am I maintaining sobriety, only to become a travel junkie? In 10 years, will the only way to get my fix is to take a private shuttle to the moon?
"All you touch and all you see is all your life will ever be." -Pink Floyd
"The best thing that you can do is take whatever comes to you, 'cause time flies." -Porcupine Tree
Onward....
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