Summer Cleaning

I have been cleaning a lot this week.

My room isn’t especially dirty; I just find it cathartic to purge things from my life that are old or have gone unused. I hate clutter and messiness. I thrive in the clean, logical and organized. I enjoy creating that. I found myself wanting to hold on to old things, old thoughts, old ideas. I found myself trying to legitimize a relationship with these things (these things are nice things to have!). Then I realized, they are just things. These things are just vanity.

 Lose them. Forget them. 

Make new things. Create new relationships with newly made things. Make adventures with these things. Cherish these things while they last. Forget old things ever existed.

Trust that new better things will come out of cleaning.

Then I realized, I am not just cleaning my room anymore.

Now, can I sleep?

-les

Wanderlust

 It sounds sinful. It sounds like a wandering, moving, sensual, tactile thing.

It sounds like it kind of hurts.

A slow rumble irrigates the sky directly above my head.  I immediately recognize it as the sound an adventure makes. It is the sound of a few hundred people making a jump between spaces.

I want to jump between time and spaces. Realizing that this sounds a bit too reminiscent of Doctor Who, I cut back on my Netflix time. Unfortunately, it doesn’t release me from my need to “go.” I feel stuck. Stuck in a time that is waiting for better things to come. Stuck in thousands of dollars worth of student debt for a degree that’s real meaning is currently and completely lost on me. Stuck in an immeasurable amount of debt to my parents and everyone that has ever believed in anything that I do.

I am looking for a way to travel. Mindlessly and completely.

I need to get this car on the road. To stop stalling.

I think this car needs a jump because all I can see are planes.

-les