Working on a birthday present for a friend. Because she’s a close friend the perfectionism is amped up. Spent a few hours yesterday. About four today. Can’t tell if I’m outta shape or it’s my age but I’m whooped. Like I tell all the girls nowadays, I don’t have the stamina I used to. Gonna have to lay off the junk foods and booze.
My dreams are like my stamina, they wanna accomplish way more than reality will allow. And that’s fine. I can roll with it. Because even if I don’t accomplish the dream, the collateral benefit of working towards something is well worth it. If the motivation behind traveling in that direction causes me to get my shit together, then, fuck it, let’s make haste.
Speaking of traveling, I’m all about traveling more. Chase some shows, visit some friends, enjoy the sites, and the quiet introspection the road has to offer. Road trips have a special place in my heart. Not to mention, a home to come home to and the quiet time found within is also a wonderful part of any trip.
With the virus business going around, there won’t be traveling anytime soon. Ontop of which, being cloistered in the house is definatley enhancing romanticized feelings about getting away. So I guess the choices now are pretty limited. Bide some time, make the best of it, and keep an eye out for opportunities to improve the situation.