“The road just seems to call, it’s like an old time friend… needs a little visit now and then.” –Susan Grace
I think this is the main reason that I choose to live alone and on the road.
When I’m on the road, in a new place, I wake up every morning and weave the perfect day. I might wake up in the desert and ask myself what I want today, and the answer might be to find some life, and I might spend most of the day wandering through the desert following tracks of the little rabbits and mice that live there, and then I might find some crazy wild pigs. Or I might wake up in a city and decide to find a coffee shop and write all day, and it might make me wildly happy.
No matter what it is, I wake up every day aware of the balance of things, of what I want in my life that day and how I will create it.
When I’m in one place too long, or often just when I visit people, waking up is different. I wake up and there is no deciding what to do, there is not consciousness. There is just going into my friends house and doing whatever it is that I do with that friend. Or maybe there’s no house, but what I do just follows from what I’ve done before in that place. There is no choice and no careful intention, because it just unfolds around my mental geography of that place. I will go for days, weeks even, without thinking about what I’m doing.
I know some people can be that self-aware and conscious of their intention while staying in one place. Maybe someday I’ll be able to, too. But until then I’ll stay on the road.
Right on. Beautifully said.
Beautiful.