We all like to talk about where we’ve been on this big beautiful planet. India, Thailand, Santorini, Moe’s Diner. It’s lots of fun to trade stories, get updates, set iteneraries together. It used to be one of my favorite things.
But lately, I find I have no taste for it. I hear my friends discussing vacations, trying to pull me in… but I guess I’m starting to feel like Mark Twain, who once said, “I would take a vacation, but that Samual Clemens guy keeps following me around.”
Yes, I’ve explored the outside world… wholeheartedly. Best years of my life, no doubt. But right now, for some reason, the message is clear: it’s time to man up: time to explore the inside world.
Which does have some nice benefits: no suitcases, no tickets, no standing in line.
All it needs is a willingness to explore my feelings for once, meandering along hidden avenues, streets with no names, looking for those hidden places that have been waiting for me all my life. Waiting for me to stop distracting myself with outside travel, outside pulls.
Waiting for me to say, “Oh, forgotten part… I remember you! I haven’t loved you yet, but today… Here I am!”