Cut to the first time since my last post that I’ve had an ounce of “spare time” for blogging. From where did this sudden appearance of spare time come, you ask? Why, none other than a 3 hour layover in Charlotte, North Carolina. Yes, it is already that time. I’m headed to Connecticut for the nuptials of Erin and LB!
So a lot has happened in the past month-ish. Not the least of which was my foray into “assistant” at the yoga studio. Chris is preening me to take over the Intro to Yoga classes at the studio. In a thrilling turn of events, Chris approached me and wanted to become my mentor. We’re bartering, like in the olden days. I help her out around the studio and in exchange she is giving me the tools I need to become a teacher. And she as good as offered me a spot teaching at the EYC. I knew after all those medical bills and the car accident that my Karma was in need of some re-balancing.
In other exciting news, I may or may not have had my last day at CMC. I got a job at Starbucks and I found a ridiculously cheap housing situation for January. Things are good!
And now we find me in North Carolina (this airport, incidentally, has FIVE Starbucks inside its walls. FIVE!) Flying is so interesting to me. From the plane, looking down at the Earth, it felt like I was looking at all the best bits of our planet: the tops of trees (and jeeeeeezus, the colors of NC trees in autumn actually brought tears to my eyes), the rivers winding through the land, the hills, the farms. I know we all have to have places to live, but I couldn’t help but think that it was too bad all of those neighborhoods had to ruin the natural art that lay before me.
The juxtaposition was obvious and ironic. The trees were so perfect, the colors so beautiful, so effortless. And then these neighborhoods, with their houses all identical, trying to be perfect, beautiful, effortless. Oh, how they’d failed. I wondered if everyone had a chance to change their perspective, if they’d see it too. If they’d see how silly and disorganized these neighborhoods were. They looked like dice in a game of Yatzee the way they seemed so carelessly thrown down across the land. I wondered if people might see how we, as humans, can be so silly and disorganized in our struggle against what is natural and good.
If everyone could just see the bigger picture (literally? figuratively?), how different would the world be? I know it’s not possible to see the bigger picture all the time, but sometimes, in instances like these, you get lucky enough to see it for just a fleeting moment. It oughta be treated like a mile marker. Like, now I have a reference point and so if there’s any readjusting I need to do to my plan, then I have to tools to do it.
Readjust what? What plan? How does this relate to me?
Okay, I haven’t figured that out yet. I’ve been up since 4:10 am okay? I’m not quite prepared to answer my own existential-plane-inspired musings. The point is, I know where I am (literally/figuratively).