Traveling

I love travel. I don’t get to do it often, but when I do, I always enjoy it. Tonight I am stretched out on my best friend’s couch in Southern California. Everyone else in the house is fast asleep and I am up pondering.

There is a cool, ocean breeze deliciously streaming through the open, screenless windows. If this were NJ, there would be an assortment of pesky insects circling my head, but that is not the case here. The breeze is gently caressing my hair, making me feel beautiful and even somewhat sensual. If I listen closely, I can hear the sound of the ocean waves lapping the shore across the street. I feel very alive.

Traveling awakens me. It reminds me that life is not static, that there are a bazillion different ways to live our lives. We tend to live on a railroad track, or at least I do, never changing direction or jumping the tracks, just moving forward towards the same destination day in and day out. That is such a misprepresentation of life. We have options. We have choices. We have new experiences to sample – places to go and people to meet. There are no railroad tracks. Our lives are wide open and our choices as vast as the sea.