Do you ever drive around, wondering where you're going? Sometimes I get all packed up and ready to go, get in my car and start driving somewhere, then decide I should go somewhere else, then almost get there, and decide to go home. It's not as simple as it sounds though.
Like this morning. I took a shower, got dresssed, packed my laptop, a couple notebooks, and another backpack full of stuff. See, that's part of the problem right there. I spend way too much time packing, deciding what to pack, looking for things, moving things, and unpacking things. I always bring more to do than I ever get done, and more than I need. And that's time consuming!
I usually start off knowing where I'm going. My plan was to go to Starbucks and drink coffee while I used their WI-FI and sorted through paperwork. I drove right past it though. Then I changed my mind and went back. I only got a coffee, then I left. I felt like I needed a more comfortable place to work, but I didn't want to go home, because of my furniture moving problem. I would probably get distracted cleaning and rearranging.
I need a good spot, a regular place where I can get coffee and use WI-FI that's comfortable and has a good view. I drove towards the beach wondering if I'd see one, and if I did see one, would I be brave enough to go in a new place...
The ocean air felt good on my skin and I breathed it in deeply as I sat at a red light watching a guy struggle with his surfboard on a bike. I wish I had an open-air cabana right outside my bedroom door. One with curtains for privacy, an amazing view, and lots of pillows and table top space. There would be a ceiling fan, a soft blanket or two, and those little white lights that look like stars in the night sky. The flowers all around would make the breeze smell like heaven, and candles would make the shadows dance when the sun went down. That would be perfect.
I pulled into another Starbucks down the road, giving myself a second chance to get some work done. After sitting in my car doing my makeup in the parking lot for ten minutes, I left. I drove towards my apartment hoping for inspiration, and wound up back home after all, where I laid my paperwork all over my bed, opened the window facing the pool, turned on the fan, and surrounded myself with pillows and candles.