Random Mutations from the Fringe

It's a quiet morning...but the sun, she is smiling down on the office futon and the birds outside are starting their day. It's a great day to be alive, to be healthy, to BE.

I'm back in the office ---living the life of a nomad and realizing my life is rather "fringe" compared to most of the folks I know. I spent the weekend with my sister and her family before heading back to Austin. I simply had to laugh out loud Saturday morning, at the absurdity of my life compared to my sisters. My sister: married, two kids, house in a cul-de-sac in a neighborhood where all the houses blend and neatly kept yards with all the neighborhood kids playing after school in a very very safe neighborhood. I opened the door to the sunny morning street scene to see two of her next door neighbors mowing and sweeping their meticulous yards and sidewalks. I literally felt like I was in Pleasantville or stepped into the set of the Truman show. I so SO SO don't fit into that scene...though I love visiting my sister and spending time with my nieces, I know it's a life path that I will not follow. I'll eventually settle down again, but right now, this is where my path leads me and I've never been a "little pink house with a picket fence" type anyway.  My tapestry isn't woven for that and it did take me years to figure that out and sometimes I still wonder if it's merely a choice. I would presume that it is always a choice ...or at least I used to think so until I read about Benjamin Libet's discovery that the neurons in our brain actually begin reacting BEFORE our mind engages...so the whole "free will" concept is now called into question.

Next week I head to Seattle for a few days...and the next month will be spent mostly on the road, in the air and with customers of varying kind. I do enjoy that, but life right now is a whirlwind and I do feel the need to have some quiet time. I think that's why I enjoy the office at this point ---I have a couple of hours of sheer solitude until the folks start meandering in and the phones begin to ring and chaos that is the day begins. Running in the morning used to give me that...and when I actually LIVED in my house, I had my morning time with the backyard wildlife. I do miss that. I simply need to find a routine amidst the chaos. Maybe a morning meditation would help, though when I'm in San Diego, I begin work as soon as I get up, so I end up working even more. Not really a healthy way to live.

In chaos, there is order...I only need to look at things from a different perspective to see what pattern I've created and find peace in that.

Well, the phones have begun...so much for solitude for this day...