today we all met up for brunch in the kirkwood neighborhood at a lovely little place called sun in my belly. the food is filling and decadent, just ask any one of us if you like. on the ride home, i rolled the window down and found myself in grand awe of how beautiful the day was. the sun was out, the clouds were away, a slight breeze refreshed the air. a picture perfect weekend afternoon in late march.
as kari wove us through the local backstreets on the way home, i felt a bang in my gut, something that traveled and tingled through my whole body. how can it be that we are so lucky to be alive at a time such as this? at a place in our lives when the bright blue sky is the only limit? at a time where nearly anything is possible and it is all ours for the taking? how lucky, i say! my heart nearly leapt out that open window. it wants adventures and experiences and stories to tell! it wants more than a nine-to-five work week that holds me captive inside a six-by-six cube.
i sit here now, in the grass with an apple and water and notebook, wondering where these winds have been before they swept and swirled around me. how far did they travel to arrive in this moment? what places have they been? who else in the world has had these same suspicions that there’s more to us, that we are capable of quite a lot? who do we give permission to say what we can and cannot be, what we will and will not see? i suspect it is our own self; we are the ones who put stoppers and starters around the lives we will live and the people we will become.
i will explore this world one day. i’ll pack up with my one-way ticket to the unknown and discover myself. until then, my days will be spent looking for new things, asking “why not?” rather than creating flimsy reasons in place of it all. i can be whoever i want, create and uncover parts of myself i never knew were there. i hope to never stop growing and learning and reaching for more. everything i don’t do or see is mine to lose, and with so much out there, it’d be quite a shame to miss out.