It's funny to me when people compare life to being on a roller coaster. I think it is more like being on a tilt-a-whirl minus the barfing. Being spun around is easier for me to relate to than going up and down. Plus, it is just sillier sounding.
So yesterday nothing went right. Or maybe it just went weird. Perhaps I am suffering from Chipotle withdrawal. A sudden loss of cilantro rice has been known to cause weirdness in a person's life, I am sure.
I couldn't find anything I was looking for anywhere.
I accidentally sliced my finger while opening a box of Curad Scar Therapy Patches. I had to laugh at that one as I tried to find some bandaids.
I keep thinking I forgot to pack some important art supply for our class even though I know we could get by with just gluestick and paper.
I am bringing my book by Lama Surya Das in the hopes that we bump into him in the cafeteria and he signs my book. Actually, I really want him to write something in my journal. Is that gonna be dorky? I shouldn't be afraid to ask him since he is the master of LovingKindness.
Speaking of books and fear and kindness, yesterday I got back most of my journal pages that were used in Journal Revolution . I surprised myself by being very emotional about the whole thing. Maybe because I am feeling some of the things that I already felt and expressed in my pages so it was like seeing an old friend. Or maybe I am just all worried about the day someone rushes to amazon to say their first one was better. I like this one better. I love this book. I am so proud of it. I am proud of my seester and her words and of me and my art and the fact that we even did it. I am not ready for it to be criticized yet. I am not ready to wonder what silly thing people who don't get it will pick on.
I am also not ready to zip up my suitcase yet so I better get back to packing while Karen gets her hair done and bes happy that her Spanish class is finally over. Bes should be a word. I think I am about to break the "if you can't carry it yourself, you can't come" family travel suitcase rule. It's bad because I think I may have been the one who invented that rule.
Tomorrow we leave for the adventure of a middle-aged lifetime. We believe inner peace and modern technology certainly can co-exist. We wonder how we'll do with inner peace and no modern technology. If we can blog from New York, we will. Oh we totally will.