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Finding joy in spontaneity
Jul. 19th, 2008 12:50 pmIt's so easy for life to fall into a schedule, and for the schedule to become etched in the ground, like a rut.
Even though I have spent much of this summer working on a very challenging software project, I have also been freed of the confines of a schedule. Sometimes I am at our vendor partner's office, and sometimes I am home. Things get done when they need to be done, not on some painful schedule of meeting with group A on Tuesday and group B on Thursday. It has been very dynamic and organic, and it's working for us.
This freedom is slowly permeating my entire life.
Yesterday, my GlitterSister™ and I were talking about cold soup. I started describing my favorite gazpacho, thick, crunchy with vegetables, and a little bit spicy. The next thing I knew, we were off to the Broome Street Bar for a taste of it.
Then, because she is reading Three Cups of Tea she felt compelled to walk uphill (eg. uptown) in search of a subway station. I don't know. It made sense at the time. We got thoroughly lost in the Bowery and never did find the 6 train. We found several stops for the F train, or maybe the same one from various entrances, and that's how we both made our ways home. Not that the F train goes anywhere near either of our homes, but it did go places that would get us home.
Yes, I have the freedom to get lost in Manhattan if I feel like it. This makes me very happy.
Even though I have spent much of this summer working on a very challenging software project, I have also been freed of the confines of a schedule. Sometimes I am at our vendor partner's office, and sometimes I am home. Things get done when they need to be done, not on some painful schedule of meeting with group A on Tuesday and group B on Thursday. It has been very dynamic and organic, and it's working for us.
This freedom is slowly permeating my entire life.
Yesterday, my GlitterSister™ and I were talking about cold soup. I started describing my favorite gazpacho, thick, crunchy with vegetables, and a little bit spicy. The next thing I knew, we were off to the Broome Street Bar for a taste of it.
Then, because she is reading Three Cups of Tea she felt compelled to walk uphill (eg. uptown) in search of a subway station. I don't know. It made sense at the time. We got thoroughly lost in the Bowery and never did find the 6 train. We found several stops for the F train, or maybe the same one from various entrances, and that's how we both made our ways home. Not that the F train goes anywhere near either of our homes, but it did go places that would get us home.
Yes, I have the freedom to get lost in Manhattan if I feel like it. This makes me very happy.
