I’m getting drunk on a plane…okay maybe not but I am on a plane. It’s 3:27 am MST time and 12:27 am Hawaii time Feb 1st. Currently I’m in between the two times in the air and wide awake after my one hour “sleep” for the night.
Not officially drunk either in the alcohol sense but suffice to say in my emotional faculties. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I am full in my life and heart at this point. All the time spent on the road with the family has brought about a difference in all of us, for the better.
My heart is full, my pants are tight and my account empty but perhaps that is the prescription for life change. Luckily after a few weeks back at work and without a daily cider the pants will loosen as well the account will increase with work (eventually, after studio costs are paid off), but the best part is the heart will stay full. These memories are gold that run through your veins for life, in good times, bad times and in sick times.
Reading a preview of a book the other night I came upon a bit of advice that seemed fitting for some of the people in my life right now especially. However, there isn’t one of us who won’t relate at some point:
“Illness is the night-side of life, a more onerous citizenship. Everyone who is born holds dual citizenship, in the kingdom of the well and in the kingdom of the sick. Although we prefer to use only the good passport, sooner or later each of us is obliged, at least for a spell, to identify ourselves as citizens of that other place.” Susan Sontag