Inspiration
Inspiration comes from all kinds of places. A beautiful girl on the metro, a reformed pimp selling newspapers, a man who danced around the world, a beautful voice, a glance from a stranger, a smile from my husband, an elevator conversation, an early summer breeze. There are moments in every day that make me feel alive, make me want to do more, be a better person, fulfill my potential, be inspiring. Today, I had quite a few of those moments, when I remembered how beautiful life can be. Last weekend in Los Angeles, I also felt inspired by the ocean, the sunshine, the love between Bella and Maurice, the tenuous joy of adolescence, the bonds of family... Sometimes, all I need to do is take a minute and remember all of the inspiration, all the little moments of joy that lead to renewed hope.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Travel makes me lonely
Traveling alone is a very isolating experience. As I bustle through train stations and airports with too much luggage, I feel very very alone. Even though people are everywhere, nobody is a part of my journey and nobody knows me.
I have been traveling a lot the last couple of weeks and I'm exhausted.
The first trip was to NYC with Miriam for a work meeting. The meeting was great and then the night with Miriam's family was even better. They are so incredibly nice and all very interesting and intelligent, the kind of people I like to surround myself with. The next morning, after another good meeting, I was on a train back to DC by myself. I made it just in time to go home, switch suitcases and head to the airport for a weekend in Chicago.
Seeing Northwestern for the first time in seven years was awesome and hanging out with amazing friends was even better. Yay girl's weekend!
And now, I am off to LA for a wedding weekend. When I return, one more train ride to NYC and then, I will hopefully get to stay put for a few days. Sometimes I need some stillness to process life's events and get ready for the next adventure.
Also, I am saying a special prayer for Robin's dad. May he speedily recover from heart surgery.
Traveling alone is a very isolating experience. As I bustle through train stations and airports with too much luggage, I feel very very alone. Even though people are everywhere, nobody is a part of my journey and nobody knows me.
I have been traveling a lot the last couple of weeks and I'm exhausted.
The first trip was to NYC with Miriam for a work meeting. The meeting was great and then the night with Miriam's family was even better. They are so incredibly nice and all very interesting and intelligent, the kind of people I like to surround myself with. The next morning, after another good meeting, I was on a train back to DC by myself. I made it just in time to go home, switch suitcases and head to the airport for a weekend in Chicago.
Seeing Northwestern for the first time in seven years was awesome and hanging out with amazing friends was even better. Yay girl's weekend!
And now, I am off to LA for a wedding weekend. When I return, one more train ride to NYC and then, I will hopefully get to stay put for a few days. Sometimes I need some stillness to process life's events and get ready for the next adventure.
Also, I am saying a special prayer for Robin's dad. May he speedily recover from heart surgery.
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