I scrolled through my blog posts that get an "inspiration" tag so that I can find them when I need inspiration. I went back several years and again, nothing.
Then a line drifted across my brain: I keep this garlic press although it only has one purpose. I thought of my juicer, which also only has one purpose but takes up more room in the cabinet. I was off--and I finally wrote a poem.
I thought I might walk this morning, but I ended up needing a more leisurely morning. I got some writing done, a bill from the contractor paid, some calendar planning with both my spouse and my soul (I need to get to Mepkin Abbey in the near future).
Today is a long day: lots of accreditation writing/revising/proofing during the day, followed by an evening meeting at a different campus. I am weary at the thought of it--another reason I wanted a more leisurely morning.
I have also been thinking about the fact that the AWP is less than 2 weeks away. I am nervous about making my way from the airport to the hotel. How hard can this be? Millions of people do this every day.
At least I don't have to worry that I'll be on one of those new Boeing planes that have a disturbing tendency to fall out of the sky. Yes, statistics people, I know I'm exaggerating. I'm safer on a plane than I am in a car. But I do love my car.
I always wanted to be the fearless traveler who went anywhere with just a credit card in her pocket and a lot of gumption. I fear I am becoming the kind of person that those bus tours across Europe are designed for.
But I want to believe that as long as I'm forcing myself to do occasional trips that are outside my comfort zone, that I won't be the kind of little old lady who refuses to leave the house at night.