A Rhythm All Its Own

I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day. ~Elwyn Brooks White

What do you get when you cross “extraordinary” loved ones that still talk to me, work load blessings beyond belief, memorable road trips, while living through a remodel to renovate a 148 year old building?

It’s either a sh*t load of patience or … immense gratitude.

Probably both … but I haven’t had enough coffee to make up a new word.

Still looking for that rhythm that I thought I once had.

Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids.

Rules of the Road

Bulging Suitcase
“Half the fun of the travel is the aesthetic of lostness.” ~ Ray Bradbury

Being on the road (most of the spring and summer) has taught me some very important road trip lessons.

  1. There are stores everywhere and they sell toothbrushes, umbrella’s and t-shirts.
  2. Never pack more than a week’s worth of clothes.
  3. Even with the best of intentions, you won’t wear the exercise clothes you packed.
  4. You’ll find yourself alternating between two pairs of shoes the entire trip.
  5. Clothes can be washed in a sink and dried overnight.
  6. No one knows you wore that shirt yesterday.
  7. If you button, zip and roll clothes tightly they won’t wrinkle as much.
  8. Hotel coffee sucks.
  9. Don’t forget to do a final idiot check before you move on to your next destination … especially if you brought your own pillow.
  10. You’re never lost, relax!

Blue skies and safe travels!