The moments that rejuvenate our souls are far too limited.
Time for discovery, rest, memory creation and enjoyment is restricted. For us, only the weekends and only those few weekends when we’re not traveling for work, for other people, for something else, or full up with chores and every other necessary fact of life, are “free”.
I knew I’d gone stale but it wasn’t until we came back from Comic Con and I felt the tiniest trickle of creative energy coming back, my brain energized and stimulated from steeping in the sheer power of so many creators, artists, writers and thinkers despite my overwhelming fatigue that it felt like any little bit would make a difference.
The problem was clear, but the solution wasn’t so much, especially when even the effort to do fun things felt like too much.
Still, it didn’t seem like the worst idea to venture across our thresholds to taste a bit of the world. While I meditate on my next big steps, getting out and living real life makes a difference.
The lack of good affordable sushi in my life here has felt like sensory deprivation. There’s a place in Southern California that I used to frequent with a good friend where we’d fill up on some of the freshest fish for about $20. Fish for the frugal soul, I tell you!
There’s something so soul-warming about an amazing bowl of ramen. I could say nearly the same thing about a mediocre bowl of ramen, really. Ramen is such a childhood staple, it nearly doesn’t matter how good it is.
It starts to feel more possible to find one’s center with a full belly and sun-warmed toes.