Relativity

I wonder how fast the trip will be. Not in actual days and weeks but in relative time. How a Sunday morning can seem long and luxurious or a Monday at work is dreadful and never-ending. Some weeks are short and some are fast. And different days feel different. I like the feel of Thursdays and Saturdays the most. So much hope and optimistic anticipation in those days.

But how will a whole year feel on the road? I don’t know how to measure a year. I can barely remember what I was doing last month let alone last year. It was probably a pretty typical drumbeat of: Work. Sleep. Work. Sleep. Work. Sleep. Work. Sleep. Work. Sleep. Dinner. Drinks. Movie. Chores. Rinse. Repeat.

Geez, that sounds rather boring, doesn't it?! But what makes life LIFE is what happens in between all that. The laughs, the pauses, the tastes, the shocks, the shivers, the snuggles, the sneezes, and the string of amazements that come outta nowhere. That is what you live for.