Yesterday my mini-vacation came to an end and I hopped a plane from Albuquerque to Dallas and into Oklahoma City then drove an hour and a half back to Enid. I finally crashed out on my couch last night around one in the morning.
I had a really strange feeling waking up this morning.
(No, I didn't wake up feeling like P. Diddy*)
After hitting the snooze on my alarm and working through the haze of sleep, the hum of the air conditioning in my house stopped and left the room super quiet. My first reaction made no sense but in my mind I thought,
"Oh, did the plane already land?"
I shook my head to clear up my mind and soon realized how absurd I just sounded in my own head but after several hours with the hum of the airplane and the hiss of the cabin air conditioning plus the drone of my car in my head it sort of made sense.
Since that 6 a.m. moment I have sobered up a little, with a lot of help from a few shots of espresso.
So this morning has been a little bit about getting my bearings straight again. This weekend also helped me to do that a little bit as well.
It's pretty remarkable what being 10,000 feet in the air or 600 miles away can do to help you gain perspective on things. I did a lot of thinking, maybe too much, while reconnecting with family and friends in Albuquerque.
I've come back with a renewed sense of purpose. It sounds lofty but it's not. It's just necessary. It comes from a lot of time for introspection and having my brain picked by friends and family. I've got some great plans for the future that include Follow Eric and other writing. They scare me half to death but that's how I know I'm on the right track.
This week I plan on continuing to define what that track looks like.
Wish me luck...
*Again, apologies for the Ke$ha reference. Blame Lyndsay. Hopefully it's the last one for awhile.